Looking Down
What is it you know
what does anyone know…
The sand through your fingers
the wind through the years
Last season unturned
the snows of our summer
The answers autumnal
—the valley below
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2022
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