Into the Silence
The wind chime that he restrung
and hung up on the center beam,
chimes lightly in the forced-air of the furnace,
while the tick-tock of the cuckoo clock
repeats itself every second dusk to dawn,
like the shadow of a heartbeat.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2021
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