In The Nick Of Time Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

In The Nick Of Time



The open West is an iron lung
for the polio of my soul

Lifting me up and breathing in
at once to make me whole

Wild and free, its air blows clean
to minister my wounds

And nurse me back to perfect health
—a second none to soon

(Durango Colorado: February,2019)

Monday, February 4, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: health
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