Friday, November 22, 2013

As My Bugle Gently Weeps (11/22/63)

a moment of silence,
for a moment
I will not forget;
for a man,
I will not forget;
I stand,
with eyes closed
and lips slightly pursed,
I raise my bugle,
to emit
one last goodbye;
trying to be still,
trying to be calm,
I choke on a note,
as a tear
from my horn.

© 2013 Joseph Powell

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