That Haunting Voice
From deep in the shadows of Tin Pan Alley,
the Sage called out my name
With a voice that haunted and eyes concealed
—she made her only claim
(New York City: West 28th Street- March 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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