This is the second short poem in this series – you can see the first one here – based on observations from my daily commute. The photograph was taken at Woods Hole, MA of the window of a bell tower on the harbor. The tower and garden around it are dedicated to St. Joseph. Delighting this scientist’s heart, the bells in the tower are named “Pasteur” and “Mendel.” Photograph, poem, and composition by me. Happy Friday!
I love this – It seems futile/depressing and hopeful/resilient at the same time.
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