Tintinnabulation by Mike Williams 01/19/2016 @ 9:15 P.M.

Tintinnabulation by Mike Williams 01/19/2016 @ 9:15 P.M.

Morning sun dresses the window softly,
And the bells of Sankt Wendel ring.
Snow dusts the park ever so lightly,
I still beneath the covers lazily cling.

My eyes full of sleep I start to wink,
Thrice I hear the church bells toll.
Carried by the wind beyond the brink,
Heir Müller calls from down below.

I stumble toward the parlor balconey
Light up a cigarette without hesitation.
Order roast wurst mit senf and coffee.
Inside my ears echoes of tintinnabulation.

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