John Greenleaf-Maple Poetry & Ruminations

Poetry is a gateway to discovering ourselves

John Greenleaf Maple in Poetry September 5, 2018September 6, 2018 35 Words

every i am
that i think i am
is not the i am
that i am

at dawn
pink steam rises
from our lawn
lingers briefly
and is gone

©John Greenleaf-Maple – text and art 20180905

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