Kurt Philip Behm Poet Free verse

The Gathering Dust

Living inside the moment,
Temporal things 
Pass me by
On their march to permanence

Attached to everything
But themselves,
They stand as false Icons
To a time once lived–then put away

A trophy case of remembrance…
Enshrining what was lost
In the gathering
Dust

Never rediscovered…
Defining what death means
In the gathering
Dust

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

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