Indian Sign Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Indian Sign



Silent but deadly,
the judgment of eyes
One look as your warning,
intensity cries

When meant for you only,
all others to miss
The glare in the staring
—unholiest tryst

(Wind River Canyon Wyoming: September,2021)

Monday, September 20, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: river,september,staring,warning
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