Bugle The tension of lipsSwelling lungsCold metal, metal tarnishingThoughts tarnishing, soonBursting high pitch, a faint painYou tighten your cheeksFingers, 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
