Perfection. Love this.
Amber,Thanks for your kind comment. Glad you like the poem! Pleased with how the formal elements and sounds work together here.Peace,B.R.
The young bugler stood
on a hill in the snow and
played Taps for my friend.
He wore white gloves and
a black beret — and melted
away at the end.
Perfection. Love this.
ReplyDeleteAmber,
DeleteThanks for your kind comment. Glad you like the poem! Pleased with how the formal elements and sounds work together here.
Peace,
B.R.