One Last Time
I’m not wishful anymore
or here to ride the wave
My feet both mired in aging mud,
my heart now turned away
I’m not here to save the world,
nobility be damned
Time on trial my last denial
—on distant Ronan land
(Henderson North Carolina: October, 2021)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2021
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