Shuttered Tight Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Shuttered Tight



It's getting late early…
as I wait for the end to begin
Time folding within itself,
shedding its last skin

It's getting late early…
a lost voice sings my final reward
The outer door shuttered tight
—darkness untoward

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December,2020)

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