Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

The Foundling

When verses
run dry
do you hide 
in despair
When the Muse
is on fire
only ashes
you’ll bear
With silence
embedded
on each
empty page
Your fear 
is the foundling
that kindles
— the rage

(Ronald McDonald House: May, 2025)

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