Bells

[QDeathstar]

This part of Hamburg looks and feels Siberian
retracing chubby childish fingers
along the footnote creased in exile.
Its air has intake and a bit of spring
that sends the leafy shadows quivering
against the patchy asphalt.
Its scent of apple trees in bloom
is hanging like a green halo and caught
between my highs-strung ankles –
For I am overturned this spring,
watching the dusk descend
down my hair – its very ends
I tied to ancient bells in bronze,
announcing summer’s
coming.

I think the ending is strange, when you are talking about moving from spring to summer, things coming to life, the open air in the country side, excitement, ect, that you decide to end it slowing down.

It feels

Like

Fall.