Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Drawers of My Memory

Each drawer that I fill,
  stores something past

The future spread out
  on the bed

As each one closes,
  its memories sleep safe

My dreams quilted,
  and looking ahead

Thoughts layered inside,
  piled neatly and stacked

In silence,
  their stories unfold

Each drawer front embossed,
with a message they share

“Open Only If Naked And Cold”
  
The dresser sits quiet,
  its handles untouched

As new history begins
  to rewrite

And construction resumes,
  with the words piled high

To store wings that have yet
  to take flight

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

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