everything is one thing. the way we are rivers. and all things are nothing; as takers are givers. i'm flow-er and flow-ee -- twisting as I'm drifting, not fancy or showy nor highly uplifting. just a leaf on a stream, bumping into others, gliding through a fond dream with sisters and brothers.This entry was posted in Common Meter, poem, Poetry and tagged Common Meter, living, poem, poetry, stream by B Gourley. Bookmark the permalink.
