On summer days, we played in fields,
and hid from him in the cover of big trees
In winter, distance forced him into
silence
Spring brought us the promise of fresh captivity,
and the protection of a wish
But in the fall, when our sheets could feel the mocking of
his laughter
We listened, to something only you could
hear
You smiled at me, as I tried to guard the bed against
my fear and hold you tightly against my chest
—but by morning you were gone
And as I lay beside your still and quiet body, feeling the coldness
of your disappearing shadow
I thank the trees, the distance, and the spring’s promise,
—for once loving you and I
(West Philadelphia: November, 1972)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
Awesome write
Thank you, Tony
Welcome
Lovely.
Thanks, A.
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