Tracks It Leaves Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Tracks It Leaves

Stalking every dream
calling me from sleep
A Yeti of the frozen night
I drove the pitons deep

Climbing over hope
belaying every wish
The tracks it leaves — perdition bound
to wander in the mist

(Haverford Pennsylvania: May,2024)

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