By Thomas Page 279 A Pavlov’s bell rings In the ears of the students Who belt out old songs. 280 People speak fondly Of ghosts who do not shine new Lights of their being 281 Fear, like an unattended Tea kettle, boils With frightening power 282 Change is a flavor Of … Continue reading Haiku 279-289
Bells
By Thomas Page Each high school seems to have a bell, Not a bell in the liturgical or civic sense, A bell of copper or metal Hung in its own tower Visible to the people underneath it. School bells hidden somewhere in the wall. Hundred odd bell towers in the concrete Like the hallways … Continue reading Bells
Academy of the Heart And Mind 