Forever Wet
If no man is an island,
what can one man be
If no man stands alone,
to write the words, himself to free
If never beats that distant drum,
one marching out of step
Who will swim against the tide,
—their ink forever wet
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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