Crossing The Baton Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Crossing The Baton
Tasting like music
each word marches on
Out of the vacuum
flavored in song
The future parades
on both sides of the bridge
The band denied entry
so close to the edge
The toll taker muted
arms point to the sky
Pedestrians hover
and wait to get by
Guide wires of silence
restrung play adieu
When the drum major signals
—it's safe to come through
(Dreamsleep: December,2023)
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