Left To Wander Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Left To Wander
Alone
in my boyhood
the adult awaits
impatient indulgence
the year growing late
The woods
and the forest
refuse to let go
my spirit within them
the man to forego
Parents
and teachers
left counting the days
as wonder and whimsy
hold on and delay
The moment
I falter
the day that I fall
that boy left to wander
— where time never calls
(Dreamsleep: January,2024)
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