My Words
“Past moments segmented euphoric,
notebook in the back of my jeans”
It used to be a pocketed feeling,
today it’s the air that I breathe
They used to visit when I would invite them,
now they’re my shadow unseen
Blanketing my world with their lettered embrace,
to inspire, enthrall—and redeem
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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