Till Fortune
“Blood is thicker than water,
what we had thicker than blood”
All wounds long healed by memory’s salve,
divined from up above
Our bonding copper wire,
wrapped round a thousand times
Till fortune gets down on both knees,
and bows—our soul’s conjoined
(Listening To Bob Weir: March, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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