Sitting Soundly – a poem by Mark J.Mitchell 

Sitting Soundly

I cradle the bell
…………..Until the brass goes quite still
And set it down, soft,
Beside my aching right knee
On my worn black mat, grateful.

I release the sound
…………..Pretending not to hear it,
But the air shimmers
With the ringing of bone
Beneath a wink of the moon.

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Mark J. Mitchell was born in Chicago and grew up in southern California. His latest poetry collection, Starting from Tu Fu  was just published by Encircle Publications. A new collection is due out in December from Cherry Grove.He is very fond of baseball, Louis Aragon, Miles Davis, Kafka and Dante. He lives in San Francisco with his wife, the activist and documentarian, Joan Juster where he makes his meager living pointing out pretty things. He has published 2 novels and three chapbooks and two full length collections so far. A meager online presence can be found at https://www.facebook.com/MarkJMitchellwriter/