if i catch you
wandering past
i might not call out
it
a breath-taking day
i don’t want
to interrupt
and get into
your space
for i lie here
with the soft ripples
of time
flowing by
you don’t see me
or hear my
Gwynneth Green is a poet and lyricist extraordinaire,
her poetry and lyrical background are gifts
from her grandfather, Bud Green
a poets notes
be scared… more so be aware
Yesterday I posted a piece written by an epidemiologist at Dartmouth Hitchcock Medical Center.
I received another copy of it by email sent by a Dr.
There was a lot of information, I would like to address the section on being a “unit.”
Unfortunately, it appears that message is not getting across
