Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

In Virtue I Sin

It was Hemingway 
  early

And Dickinson
   late

Those early 
  exposures

The trail of 
  my wake

No bar left 
  unvisited

Or brawl left 
  unfought

No school that could
   answer

Dialectic 
  untaught

Now this corner
  I sit in

Both welcomes 
  and warms

And the thoughts
  it retriggers

No movement
  just form

I once had 
  looked over

What I now look
  within

From this chair
  that I captain

Where in virtue
  —I sin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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