Dream-Weaver Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Dream-Weaver



There are people
who
I love to hate
that live inside my heart

They thread me
in
then knot me up
new patterns in the dark

To make my world
a
thicker braid
than those who fawn and swoon

And stitch the flame
of
tangled fire
—unwoven in my loom

(Ronald McDonald House: August,2021)

Sunday, August 15, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: august
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