Dropping Fast Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Dropping Fast



Racing the dark from Albuquerque to Flagstaff
old questions trailed behind me

The highway marked with broken dreams
of searchers long ago

As Gallup filled my rearview mirror
the sun reached out and grabbed me

My last horizon dropping fast
—the finish line aglow

(Flagstaff Arizona: February,2019)

Sunday, February 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,light
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