The Glue
The world your editor,
each season your pen
Heartache your publisher,
verse to amend
Days left to punctuate,
nights misconstrued
Memory the binding
—time as the glue
(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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