Friday, July 18, 2008


One summer day

he hung a small chime

from the ceiling

so it swung in front of the air conditioner.

He then called up some friends

and said he was sitting in his garden,

and could they hear the chimes

in the breeze. They said

he didn’t have a garden,

and he gave them the gift

of correcting him.

As they laughed,

he looked past the chimes

out the window

and saw flowers flowing

down a hillside.

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