[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.

Posted in My Poems

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