That Tux In Your Mind Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Do they only get dressed
for those formal affairs

Are your words clothed in rags
when no one else seems to care

Awaiting an invitation,
do the hours seem long

Your verse patent leather
set to dance to a song

Are the verbs sharp as linen,
is your meaning like silk

Is delayed expectation
and the silence your ilk

Do your words hang in limbo
like that tux in the dark

In a closet unspoken
—where the verses take heart

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2018)