Forever Wet Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Forever Wet



If no man is an island,
what can one man be

If no man stands alone,
to write the words, himself to free

If never beats that distant drum,
one marching out of step

Who will swim against the tide,
—their ink forever wet

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May,2017)

Sunday, May 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: writing
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