Ten Miles South
Repeating on and on without changing,
the boredom settled in
Lost in endless repetition,
ten miles South of what might have been
A broken record skipping, skipping,
the groundhog’s prediction thin
Burrowing out the same old hole
—ten miles South of what might have been
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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