With Words Untold
I always felt
when it was time to die
The Muse would know
before you or I
The hours borrowed,
the moments loaned
Return to feelings
and verse unflown
With eyes never clearer,
or heart so bold
I make my exit
—with words untold
(Schuylkill Expressway: February, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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