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The French Horn Behind Me


by Jerry Ratch


When I looked back

There was a trail behind me

My two footprints

Trudging along in the snow

On the long walk to school

 

And right there beside me

That single wobbling

Snail-like trail of my heavy

French Horn case

 

Like God. Like a reminder

Of the burden

That is ever with us

Wherever we go

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