Ten Miles South Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Ten Miles South



Repeating on and on without changing,
the boredom settled in

Lost in endless repetition,
ten miles South of what might have been

A broken record skipping, skipping,
the groundhog's prediction thin

Burrowing out the same old hole
—ten miles South of what might have been

(Dreamsleep: December,2020)

Friday, December 4, 2020
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