The Band Returns
by plainspokenrefuse
· 30/11/2025
Published 30/11/2025 15:32
The sun glints off the brass, tarnished yet bright,
a trumpet waiting, half-forgotten in light.
A street festival’s heart swells with sound,
a blast from the past, where memories drown.
They play from the corners, laughter and cheer,
yet I stand, suddenly startled,
like a shadow misplaced,
every note pulls at edges frayed,
a trumpet that called me, a summons from years.