Your Sprit Bereft Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Your Sprit Bereft
Nocturnal flower
In need of sleep
Your petals wilted
The count for sheep
Shoulders hunch in darkness
The dice are cast
A croupier blocking
Sun's setting mask
Through court and courtship
Lost adrenalin runs
A jester beckoning
His joke undone
And the meadow sparse
The reaper has left
A future reharvested,
—your spirit bereft
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2016)
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