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 Aug 2020 Laura
Kurt Philip Behm
Hitchhiking along a highway
that runs inside my mind

Revisiting the roads I’d crossed
while skirting all the lines

My thumb held high and searching
for what eyes no longer see

Along this path that takes me home
—returning unto thee

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
 Jul 2020 Laura
Kurt Philip Behm
Redefining the past
for tomorrow

Memory’s promise
—reimagined again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
 Jul 2020 Laura
Kurt Philip Behm
Will you be the hero
within your own story

Will you marry the present,
dating the future and past

Will your legacy document
your truest intention

Or falsely imply
words abandoned—unheard

(H.U.P. May, 2020)
 Jul 2020 Laura
Kurt Philip Behm
Moments of clarity stop the clock,
but time rolls on and on

Unrecorded, to stay embedded
in each wish unfulfilled

Tranquilizing the fleeting doubt
that truancy sets free

Returning with the future claimed
—to liberate the past

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
 Jul 2020 Laura
Kurt Philip Behm
With distance in his voice,
he traveled on the wind

Guitar case for a saddle,
to ride each beckoning whim

A folk tale left untethered,
his melody to claim

Each song an affirmation
—his legend to refrain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
 Jul 2020 Laura
erin
what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists
 Jul 2020 Laura
Kurt Philip Behm
Are the truly enlightened
able to endorse their success

Driven closer to the flame
—where heat blinds to reveal

(H.U.P. May, 2020)
 Jun 2020 Laura
Kurt Philip Behm
“Indians have a saying," she said
    from across the fire…

“Until you have heard the roar
   of the bear
     —you will not know its heart”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
From My Novel: ‘Revenge Along The War Trail’
 Jun 2020 Laura
Emily
do you, too?
 Jun 2020 Laura
Emily
I look at the moon and think of you.
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