Thirty-first Saturday, from Assisi, one day late

Waves of olive trees

Cresting over the hillside,

Flowing down the slope.

New bells! Strange rhythm

Ringing out over the town —

Church tower’s repaired.

Mid-morning silence.

Once the bells have faded out,

Only cicadas.

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