It chimes me back

to a string of tinkles

beside my bedroom window

brass-notched with

mouse-foot marks

their tongues of brass

rough and rarely

put out for noon

but thanks Emily

for that memory

while She thought

the hat was stripey

it was all-black

soft and so long

hung with a bell

a velvet isosceles

still ringing in

half-forgotten song

 

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