My Words Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

My Words



"Past moments segmented euphoric,
notebook in the back of my jeans"

It used to be a pocketed feeling,
today it's the air that I breathe

They used to visit when I would invite them,
now they're my shadow unseen

Blanketing my world with their lettered embrace,
to inspire, enthrall—and redeem

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2020)

Wednesday, March 25, 2020
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