Truant Verse
Finding fault
with a vagrant poem,
its message left unclear
Falling short,
while aiming long,
to harken every ear
What’s left unsaid,
an unmade bed,
the sheets pulled down and bare
The words still truant,
their search goes on
—whose message all to share
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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