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  Sep 4 Eloisa
Kurt Philip Behm
Darkness endows the small
and the ordinary
with poetic power
Falling with the fallen
rising with the chosen
Reaching for
forgiveness
—and the absence of pain

(Dreamsleep:  September, 2022)
When I was young
I was as wild as ****

A Goldenrod intrusively
A ragweed in desires

Wherever I went
I left discontent

The soil was sandy
The soul's roots lacking

I was tumbleweed tuff
Twisted as mesquite

Learned about thirst
How to take the heat

Unattached to the land
Bowing to the wind

scattering of the seeds
I was left to fend
...شیشه های رنگي
آوازِ آفتآب گردان ها
🌻🦋🌻🦋🌻
...و یك پروآنه یِ زرد
🦋
مادر بودن؛
و تلالؤِ زرد و
سبزِ
برگ هایِ انگور
....در چشم هایش
🌿☀️🌿🌿🌿

Colored glasses...
The song of sunflowers...
🌻🦋🌻🦋🌻
And a yellow butterfly...
🦋
being a mother;
And the yellow and
green glitter of
grape leaves
In his eyes....
🌿☀️🌿🌿🌿
2021 June 9, Wednesday🌺🦋
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