New Whispers Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

New Whispers



Sometimes,
in the shadows
of the early morning light

Resting in the
shade,
awaiting the beginning

And hiding
from the end
of all that's unpromised

I watch
the questions disguise themselves
as often answered

And tuck
new whispers soft within,
—a certain change

(Chicago Illinois: July,1977)

Friday, December 2, 2016
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