New Whispers
Sometimes,
in the shadows
of the early morning light
Resting in the
shade,
awaiting the beginning
?
And hiding
from the end
of all that’s unpromised
I watch
the questions disguise themselves
as often answered
And tuck
new whispers soft within,
—a certain change
(Chicago Illinois: July, 1977)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2016
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