Hawks Into Doves
Why do I like things
I can’t agree with
Why do I listen
when I don’t want to hear
Why am I attracted
to things that repel me
Why are my reasons
more muddled than clear
Why do I often
begin at the ending
Why do I hurt
the people I love
Why are my questions
confused by my answers
Why do my hawks
—always turn into doves
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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