A Wish Distilled
A sweetness comes with age,
like fruit that’s finally ripe
A Poet then a Sage,
on this journey into night
A wish distilled from all regret,
its seeds to be resown
A sweetness comes with age
—that buried youth will never know
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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