A Last Waltz Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

A Last Waltz



"I've come to the very end of myself, "
the day cried out to the night

"My expiration date lined in blood,
tomorrow less than bright

"My beginning and ending dancing a last waltz,
destiny writing the score

"My wick has burned down, the music has stopped
—too late to ask for more"

(The New Room: February,2021)

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