Open Fields Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Open Fields
Are you judging from halls
academic
Or from places where words
cannot hide
Are your hours immersed in
false reference
Or in a visceral pursuit
that defies
All bias and excuse
living tethered
In an ivy walled mansion
enthroned
While beauty and truth
run together
Through open fields
—that no pundit has grown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2016)
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