Half of me

thinks that I can hear the muffled sound of a trombone
except of course I have no ears
I’m just a jot of
protoplasm
merely a
dot
.




Related information

© Anne Osbourn 2007. This is one of the pieces of poetry from an upcoming collection entitled Looking Up.

Read previous pieces from Looking Up published on LabLit:

• Beginnings
• Threads
• Illusions
• Spinning