Kurt Philip Behm

Morning Cancelled (+1)

The sun went down alone tonight,

 clouds abandoned

horizon dark

 

The moon in twilight hesitation,

 distance empty

redemption stark

 

The sun went down and disappeared,

 light a memory

 warmth to chill

 

A trail of comets turning back,

 morning cancelled

—future killed

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

 

 

The Token

 

While writing verse from now till then,

its toll I humbly paid

 

Across a bridge where time had stopped

—the truth to pass each way

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)