The Golden Egg
The world is an oven
we live in
With each scorching,
its temperature grows
Unable to stop,
hands fall off the clock
Left roasting
—goose cooking below
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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