Their Contrail
Try as I might,
to hide from the words
Distant and fleeting,
they still can be heard
The nouns are a kite,
lone verb as the tail
Flying inside me,
my heart their contrail
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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