The Gathering Dust Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
The Gathering Dust
Living inside the moment,
Temporal things
Pass me by
On their march to permanence
Attached to everything
But themselves,
They stand as false Icons
To a time once lived-then put away
A trophy case of remembrance…
Enshrining what was lost
In the gathering
Dust
Never rediscovered…
Defining what death means
In the gathering
Dust
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2014)
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5/7/2024 5:26:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Kurt, such a fine poem👍👍👍