That Tux In Your Mind
Do they only get dressed
for those formal affairs
Are your words clothed in rags
when no one else seems to care
Awaiting an invitation,
do the hours seem long
Your verse patent leather
set to dance to a song
Are the verbs sharp as linen,
is your meaning like silk
Is delayed expectation
and the silence your ilk
Do your words hang in limbo
like that tux in the dark
In a closet unspoken
—where the verses take heart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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