unrung bell

here now is an unrung bell
left to burnish in an attentive sun
so long it forgot it had a voice
a strong tongue to pound the inside of its mouth
and let fly a peal of bronzed desire
of such a wonder that all the people’s
stopped their waste of doings
to gather and look in stunned togetherness
like some brazen miracle

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