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| I listened to the wind, and thought that there could be bells |
Photos of the bells at the Soleri Bridge and Plaza in Scottsdale. You should hear them when the wind blows. Public art for a public that thinks. These are right along the cycle path. Whenever I hear them clanging away in the wind, I am touched that someone put them there merely for the purpose of me hearing them when I ride past. I hear them; I'm listening.
Sometimes I also stop to admire them swaying in the breeze. This much we can do: see one another as curious minds, open to new ideas, wandering, and interested in the occasional soft sound of bells clanging along the path.
How unique! They look like patinated copper.
ReplyDeleteCopper+tin, ye olde bronze bells.
DeleteA paean from the bells!
ReplyDeleteAnd his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells,
Of the bells ...
This blog needs more Poe like that path needs more bells.
DeleteAh yeah, you can never have too much Poe or too many bells.
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