[Balcony Trumpeteer]
January 4th, 2010 by Kayla
November 19-26, 2009
The trumpet player tips his horn
to let a thirsty listener lie
in pools of E minor meloncholy.
Molasses from a place above drips
down and down, congealing
in the silver space between.
A siren song of suffering sounds
inside a bony cage – reverberates
where bolder notes have failed.
Gabriel smiles.
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