Late night thoughts drifting
in between ears and eyes
until at last
eyes relent
and close up shop
for the night
Dreamless sleep
I awake
to your voice
greeting me
Separated by distance
but close enough
to greet each
other again
Gleaming green trumpet
glistening in morning light
One note then
three others
Rhythm and pitch
given life through
embouchure
and expelled air
Can it be
the sound of joy
filling the air?
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