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JUST PLAY THE TRUMPET

 

Sent the scribe away

No need to take notes

All decisions seem an epiphany

As though self-directed and specific

Turn left at the job

Go one mile to responsibilities

Yield to new born traffic

Merge with another

Two lanes into one

Yet wide enough

For two simpaticos to co-exist

Along with the tailwind

Beauty and success and fun

All hand in hand

As long as the wheel spins

            Can get knocked off the path

            Magic potions and lips

            Mushrooming ecstatic kisses

            Loading the animal with disdain

            Seeing lucky life fade

            Quickly, end of parade

            Left with dust particles

            Swirling in the wind

            That follow us

            When we have lost a friend

Magnets gather the opposite charge

What was negative

Coated now with irony

Disbelief replaced by progeny

Connections still intact.

“What then?” the customer asks –

But I just play the trumpet           

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