Call Of The Wild Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Call Of The Wild



Last night
as the sun went down
I heard the highway call
Distant echoes
soul astir
the leaves not quite yet fall

Last night
that voice cried out again
from places far away
And like before
my feet unsure
—of what my heart will say

(Dreamsleep: July,2023)

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