On the quietest of nights
I can now hear its roar
This current hides calmly
what fate has in store
Its crashing is consummate,
my drowning awaits
Last bend now approaching
—the hour grows late
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August: 2020)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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