Perfection Born
I wrote so many,
in hope of one
A lyrical surfer,
his wave to come
One verse to ride,
the search complete
And all eternity
within my reach
As the quiet ended
in a thunderous roar
The wait was over,
its message pure
All judgment past
and future scorned
A timeless swell
—perfection born
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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