Driving home,
Listening to the deep,
melodious tone of
Garrison Keeler
tolling like
church bells.
I don’t hear church bells here.
Am I missing them
snuggled in my home on Sunday Mornings
dream of
Sunday brunch and quiet?
Hoping for a future
full of contentment, peace
and words
that echo through the ages
like the writer’s
intoned by that
deep, magical voice.
