Lonesome Whistle Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Lonesome Whistle



Behind on my rent…
the door slamming behind

A beggar of memories,
doomed to remind

Last boxcar of hope
on a railway of dreams

From here to tomorrow
—trapped in between

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August,2020)

Saturday, August 15, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: august,time,trapped
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