North Rim Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

North Rim



Grand Canyon darkness—city nights,
towering votives in wingless flight
Elevator to the desperate peak,
ninety-nine floors above the waiting street

Torment and doubt ride to the top,
buttons numeric finally stop
Ten steps to the railing, writhing in pain,
the cure within reach—calling your name

(225 West 57thSt, New York: June,2022)

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