The Wind To Know Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Wind To Know



Lost in the miles, lost in the smiles,
the road calls out my name

Throttle in hand, a beckoning land,
no two days then the same

Direction unmapped, my nose to attack,
what's never been before

Fate rides ahead, making my bed
—the wind to know for sure

(Limon Colorado: August,2019)

Thursday, August 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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