Whole Punched
Imperfection keeps me fertile,
like the storm upon the plain
Measuring the distance,
of what’s lost and sometimes gained
With my thoughts I mark the hours,
left uncounted looking back
The choices made and prices paid
—endorsing what I lack
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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