Dilettalia
You dip your toe into poetry’s waters,
but never seem to get wet
Pretense showing, your measure unknowing,
the surface as good as it gets
Into the depths where fear leaves a shadow,
you stare with eyes conjoined
The moment upon you, time has been stopped,
to dive—your soul purloined
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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