Strangers Cry Out
Often, I have to challenge the words,
after they’re written
Often, I struggle to understand,
what the Muse is trying to say
Often, I have to cede the ground,
that buttresses my thinking
Often, the voices calling out
—are strangers to my ear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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