Alone Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Alone



I pointed my nose into the wind,
my eyes along the skyline

Waiting for a signal,
the past to throw a bone

I placed my ear unto the ground,
listening for redemption

Tasting all the empty years,
bereft of touch—alone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2017)

Tuesday, January 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: senses
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