Who Am I?

I am just a wisp,
a vision caught
at the edge of your eye.

I am just a thought,
a touch on the arm
you almost don’t feel.

I am just a memory
pulled back down to earth.

I am just an image
of what could be
but is not.

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To hear me reading this poem, simply click on the link below. Wait a few seconds for it to begin.

This poem originally appeared in The Aroostook Review, May 2006

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Note: the rainbow picture is my own, but the beautiful purple flower is by Yolanda Litton, one of my favorite photographers.