Alone
I pointed my nose into the wind,
my eyes along the skyline
Waiting for a signal,
the past to throw a bone
I placed my ear unto the ground,
listening for redemption
Tasting all the empty years,
bereft of touch—alone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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