Being is to
becoming
As seedlings are
to blooms
Today as to
tomorrow
Midnight
unto noon
Sparks beget
a brilliance
As fans beget
the flame
Breath into
a sonnet
A child
aptly named
A thought
once spoken freely
The scent
of chosen prey
A smile
when returning
A love
—to give away
(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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