Their Contrail Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Their Contrail



Try as I might,
to hide from the words

Distant and fleeting,
they still can be heard

The nouns are a kite,
lone verb as the tail

Flying inside me,
my heart their contrail

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May,2017)

Friday, May 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: words
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