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The clearest bell ringing,
this need to be accepted,
like, you know, pinging.

Repeat, repeat, we are winging
it, so eager to be there we barely mapped it.
The clearest bell ringing

is how we find ourselves flinging
our incomplete sentences, inept at,
like, you know, pinging

the blog of our best thoughts, bringing
our best selves instead of ourselves intercepted.
The clearest bell ringing

is our first silencing, It's wringing
swallows from our mouths. We are wept out.
The clearest bell ringing:
alike," "you." No pinging.

Copyright © 2010 Amy Holman All rights reserved
from Wrens Fly Through This Opened Window
Somondoco Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission