Like wine in storage,
The cellar of my perception ages
Buried deep in its recesses
The past and future abandoned
  —time no longer the vintner

Fermenting in the immediacy
Of the chosen instant
And distilling in the perfection
Of the perpetual present
  —the moment reopens
 
  Bringing with it everything
  —and nothing at all

(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: January, 2014)
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Kurt Philip Behm

Longtime writer with twelve books in publication. Three of them Poetry. : The Death Of The Playground : The Sword Of Ichiban : Searching For Crazy Horse : Darkening Sun : An Anthology Of Perception-Vol's 1 & 2 : After Midnight : Sammy And Bumpers : The Fall City Mandate : Revenge Along The War Trail : Death from The Sky more…

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