Poem

Revere

by Tino Juarez
QuailBellMagazine.com

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