By Roddie McKenzie
The Bells of Spring (Circle, Dickson Avenue and Ninewells Avenue).
Sunlight
in the silver bell of Invergowrie Bay,
chimes in another season
after the muted toll
of years so close behind.
Daffodils clatter out a cacophony,
a herd of cow bells
grazing on the circle.
From a benevolent denim blue dome,
thin jets of silver light
drizzle tiny footfalls on the retina,
joyous as the first steps of a child.
In this moment the carillon
starts anew.
Serotonin rises like sap,
bursting like buds of spring on the old trees
in this jaded forest of neurons.
spark plugs firing,
coughing life into this old vehicle.
Rev it up,
make the most of that ignition
into this heaven,
the only one
you can truly know.
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Roddie McKenzie 7/4/14