The open West is an iron lung
for the polio of my soul
Lifting me up and breathing in
at once to make me whole
Wild and free, its air blows clean
to minister my wounds
And nurse me back to perfect health
—a second none to soon
(Durango Colorado: February, 2019)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: February 4th, 2019 11:57
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
Kurt,
Wow...
So powerful!
~Laura~
Thanks Laura. Sitting in a Flagstaff motel room (writing) waiting for my
red-eye out of Las Vegas tonight.
It's been a great trip. I need to do them more often.
I met an old woman in a Santa Fe Chapel that reminded me of Ptesan-Wi.
Kurt
I’m glad your trip has gone well!
I, too, having been thinking about Ptesan-Wi quite a bit...ever since you told me about your book signing during your trip! I’ve reread the book twice. That makes it three reads!😊
Have a safe flight!
~Laura~
3X... Truly honored. If she were a real character, you might be her reincarnation!
Thanks so much
Kurt
I can always dream...can’t I?!
It’s always a pleasure to read your comments!
They brighten my day!🌻
nicely done 🙂
Thanks!
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