TRIUMPH AND TRIBULATION

Triumph blares. . .
it sounds as if
the great and golden trumpet
were uniquely hers. . .

Fortunate for us,
the word “tribulation”
whispers like a little river–
not much cause
for undue consternation.

So,
dictionary tossed aside,
I prefer
to choose as my guide,
through mind and life’s
long and sometimes bumpy ride,
the sturdy rudder
of my glad imagination.

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