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May 2020
Through the bedroom window
in my Grandmother’s house,
shone three lights—far off and red

Vertically stacked,
representing the distance,
to a young boy fast in bed  

A distance that I
was born to travel,
my hopes as then conceived  

A distance that called my dreams
to wander
—whose voice would never leave  

(Dreamsleep- May, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm
Written by
Kurt Philip Behm  kurtphilipbehm.com
(kurtphilipbehm.com)   
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   Eloisa
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