June 1987


To Kim Probst

(a friend at Erie)


I try so hard

to reach you

every chance I use

to save you

yet you do not care

to use your words


“Why do you worry?

I dont worry about myself.”


if you were drowning

and I threw you a line

you would grab it

hold it

and live



oh please my friend

see the line

I throw you now

and live




To Kim Probst
A poem by Peter Rhebergen

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