Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Last Sayonara

Smell
the most
precious
and last sense
to go

Its
lingering
fragrance
vanishing
slow

A 
single
carnation
a bright
yellow rose

Through 
deafness
and darkness
till death  
—wafting so

(The New Room: December, 2023)

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