Morning In Doubt
Riding into the moment
with pen ablaze
past-future on the hunt
Fear taking a seat
across the fire
begging for what it wants
A bugle blows
the sun retreats
twin enemies approach
Upon whose sleeves
my heart is laid
—in doubt the morning cloaked
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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