You can’t wash the pigment
of the past away
Its stain much deeper
than all regret
Coloring lost moments
with what you hide
Painting the future
— from palettes of broken dreams
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
Remembering Mira
Up your seconds
stretch every moment
Joy in the instant
— present sublime
(Harry’s Café: Rush Street, Chicago – Circa 1982)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Great write Kurt
Thank you, Tony.
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