Horns

When my horn sounds
it rings out over places I’ve been
moments I’ve witnessed
time I’ve shared.

To me
it is a sacred ring
a sound that only I will hear
or experience in my certain way.

But I will attempt to share
to divine and to explain
to hold out in cupped hands
like water from an overflowing well
to a thirsty travler.

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