Monday, June 3, 2024

By John Pappas

bare branches

the loneliness of

not knowing

John Pappas



autumn chill

I seed my lawn

with crows

John Pappas



after the storm—

the bright shards of the

broken pot

John Pappas



dark matter

the secrets I keep

from myself

John Pappas

No comments:

Post a Comment

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.