Pretzel Bell from Salt by Moonfruits

Morning neared
The season appeared
When the young ones
Would soon be running around
Kinship found
Changing towns
Church bells
And no more running around

Days to nights
Turning into, into a life
Just two trees
Growing roots at the bar

Lunch hour neared
The Pretzel Bell peeled
Your dream of a boat
Or a pool, both afloat
In the prospects of a post-war boom
Pretty soon
Running and running
And running and running around
Printing books, making sales
Back at four for a few cocktails
Your feet planted firmly, deep in the

Days to nights
Turning into, into a life
Just two trees
Growing roots at the bar
On your way to the
Gate to the stars

Gloaming neared
Two volunteers
A knock at the gate
Memories left to fate
Aluminum hats
To detect screen doors
Photographs circled red
For folks lost in the war
A great-grandchild on your lap
You’re chairbound
And no more running
And running and running around

Days to nights
Turning into, into a life
Just two trees
Growing roots at the bar
On your way to the
Gate to the stars

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