Reverie

A reverie for my existence
Was played last night
By an unexpected bugler
The notes rose melodic, sharp
And steep,
Crescendoed, and strolled
Back in a nonchalant gait
I stood there, a little awestruck
Yet found myself straining
To play the spaces
And though discordant it
might have been,
For those moments I
Rode free across the prairies
Of my being.

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