notes for horn

heart pills

notes for horn

makes me wanna say sumpthin fly

when baby play horn like that

it makes me wanna spit some cool issh

slips me into mental grooves

 sweet melody

in my ear

inspiring in me

lyrical menus

lilting like light

coming for me

body & mind

elevate  us to that

burnished space

between the big brass notes

telling me to

let my dreams out to play

wake up and live

stand

seize each day

like the tail on a tiger kite

shaking it till

the notes

of that horn

fall out.

About Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I create; therefore I am.
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