Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Wild and Free

Do your writings age,
  like wine

Or turn to vinegar,
 —left behind

Do your thoughts get
  old and gray

Or stay well muscled,
 —youth in play

Is your will still yours
  to bend

Enslaved by nothing,
 —sans pretense

Is there love upon
  your tree

There for the picking,
 —wild and free

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

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