Wind Chimes

WIND CHIMES


The chickens carried on

with what they knew to do, huddled


in the harbor of the henhouse

as the sky winged into a hawk,


circling. Wood chips took flight

from the mulch pile to speckle 


the house’s siding, a loose shingle 

lifting like tail feathers 


or the feed bag scraping across 

the field with the neighbor,


out to bolt lock the shed door.

We are offered little reason to believe


the storm will abate or alter course, 

and littler reason still not to do


what little we might to set it ringing.

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