wind chimes

by Lynn O

she told me the wind
was passing souls

in winter
those souls
of whom Dickens spoke
abroad on Christmas Eve
wearing the chains they
forged in life

in summer
her soul
and maybe the soul
of her middle child

float In warm air
gently nudging the
windchimes

a greeting for
her eldest child

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