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 Mar 23 Julia
Deeee
I dance
 Mar 23 Julia
Deeee
I dance.

My toes dig into the soft mud
My dress is drenched from the rain

I dance.
My arms are outstretched
Cutting through the air as I spin

I dance.
I smile at the moon
My heart is full
I'm in love with this moment

I dance.
 Jul 2023 Julia
Kurt Philip Behm
People in love
say many things
only lovers understand
Hearing voices
ringing bells
that time cannot command
People in love
go hand in hand
to course the Milky Way
Promises made
as joy unlocks
—forever and a day

(The New Room: July, 2023)
 Jun 2022 Julia
Kurt Philip Behm
Talk about the future
and spoil the present
Fox in the henhouse
rats in the barn

Moment’s unspoiled
never in reference
Today, not tomorrow
prescience the charm

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
 Mar 2021 Julia
Kurt Philip Behm
I do believe in therapy,
but of a certain kind
The type anointed on oneself,
and in yourself to find
A strength to make decisions,
the will to see them through
To best ignore what others say,
while benefiting you
These words are not capricious,
recovery zero-sum
With judgment not to praise or blame
—its cure the only one

(Philadelphia International Airport: December, 2016)
 Feb 2021 Julia
Kurt Philip Behm
Owning the consequence
of all that you do

Intentions when pure,
dark minds misconstrue

When twisted and spun,
then torn into shreds

The words once pristine
—denounced when misread

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2021)
 Feb 2021 Julia
Kurt Philip Behm
The cry of an eagle floats across a distant peak,
bear tracks visible in the Spring thawing snow

Sunlight, spreading its dance upon the land,
the Ponderosa Pine and Aspen in bloom

The glaciers look down smiling the higher you climb,
searching for that redemption never offered below

The wolf trails the hare back inside its snowy den,
the road to all new entry having now been cleared

Permission never asked for, granted, as the music starts,
it’s early May in the Rockies—the January of renewal

In a celebration of new life, flowers wrap the landscape like ribbon,
tying close the promises as good wishes on a Christmas morning

It’s springtime even on the highest peak, and old questions lost of meaning
now seem gone away...

Reborn in the arrival of yet another desperate beginning
—holding nothing back

(Columbia Falls Montana: September, 2003)
 Feb 2021 Julia
Honeybee
Rose
 Feb 2021 Julia
Honeybee
sitting under the rosy sun
trying to escape the problems i cant outrun
waiting for the days to pass
people waiting for me to fall and crash
and i'm getting pretty close
underneath this sunlit rose
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