Ode To Bobby D'
The minute I say
what it means to me
It will never mean
something different to you
Words are like highways
they begin and they end
You can get on and get off
where you choose
If I tell you the mile marker
I travel the most
You may miss one
I still haven’t seen
If I break it apart
and then spell it all out
There’s no mileage left
— to wander and dream
(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2025
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