Crossover Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Crossover
Writing verse,
my distractions are few
Prose unwritten,
the Muse importunes
Writing in meter,
writing in rhyme
Her blessings upon me,
fortune divine
Spiritual kinship,
rind bearing fruit
The flowers to spray,
the soil to root
Prayers spoken ageless,
footnotes in time
Words crossing over,
—gift so sublime
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May,2017)
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