Revere
by Tino Juarez
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Though I may
Sound
The trumpet,
Or slowly
Bang the drum,
The wind it calls your name
Much louder
Tender petals
of your rose
Descend their fragrance so
On these,
My banged-up hands
I swell to see
Thee
Humble me
So,
I carry multitudes
Of kisses
To your mansion