Bugle
The tension of lips
Swelling lungs
Cold metal, metal tarnishing
Thoughts tarnishing, soon
Bursting high pitch, a faint pain
You tighten your cheeks
Fingers, nimble fingers
Poet’s Note:
After the house fire in January 2019, I lived in a rented home for 20 months.
The COVID virus overlapped with that time. I played the bugle a great deal.
© Ryang Suh, MD 2024.10.12
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