Put Bells On

I said simple things
which you put bells on.
And now, as I dance around the flat,
you walk home, in the rain
thinking of bells. You made that,
almost constructed their little metal rings,
their tones and chimes. Ting!

I print black and white for fun,
and you think bells.
And string sublime words together
in orders fitting and unusual,
and in your head, 
one bell collides with another bell.

You paid, and are forgotten,
though I love you, dear as kin,
you think bells and things.
Until you ring! Sure, come in! 
Leave your shoes at the door,
you'll be needing them.


Cor, 2000