going trombone

finally poem by steven james humphreys

playing trombone with a tuber

riding dressed in umber

smelling garden flowers in summer

forgetting life is but a dream stuck

in ones thumb like a golden sliver

that when you finally

awake from your within

as deeply as you dare

slowly you rise like

cream to the top

of your cup of coffee

resolving

to accept

the pumped up

challenge

before

the

sensibility

quotient

sets

itself…

‘click’.

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