Calling Me By Name
The magic of the instrument
travels down my fingers
and onto the page
Liberating my spirit,
as the laughter of a child
fills a room
Like a corkscrew,
first to pierce the miracle
inside the bottle
It releases my every mood
with its new introduction,
—calling me by name
(Washington D.C.: November, 2002)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2016
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