The Glue Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Glue



The world your editor,
each season your pen

Heartache your publisher,
verse to amend

Days left to punctuate,
nights misconstrued

Memory the binding
—time as the glue

(Dreamsleep: April,2020)

Thursday, April 2, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: writing
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