Tripping Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tripping



Bluing trumpet, playing melodies of yesterday,
slow and steady like the passing of time.
Intense steps, floating to the music and
tripping to the light fantastic in memories.
Waltzing lightly in agile movements, keeping
time with the music.

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