Short Straw Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Short Straw



Eenie, Meenie, Miny, Mo,
drums beat loud, a finger shows
Tigers prowl within our reach
—on tippytoes our fate impeached

(Dreamsleep: October,2021)

Saturday, October 30, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,october
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