The Prose Waits
If you finally struck gold
And were digging out the mine
Would you leave it for a month
And come back to what you’d find
That’s the way I feel each day
Being blessed to write this verse
The prose insanely waiting,
—for my voice to then reverse
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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