Leaving Waimea Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Leaving Waimea



You'll never catch that perfect wave
or write a perfect verse
The search that drives—the voice that saves,
where all our dreams rehearse

(Sunset Beach: April,1982)

Thursday, March 18, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: april,beach,sunset
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