Rip Tide Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Rip Tide



I hitchhiked up to Limbo
to await that final toll

But lost my way when Siren's called
which led me to the shoals

My thumb went back inside my palm,
their voices soft and low

No closer to those pearly gates
—this darkened undertow

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2018)

Thursday, February 22, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: purgatory
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