Invisible Minority
They are not ghosts
that prowl the earth
down lanes of truth
with greed for sight.
Life
Before the beginning
there was rhythm,
just a forth and back
and then there was
Homestead Dawn
Moobells below a half moon
low bush branches flit
stirred embers fly from a flue
About the contributor: J.S. MacLean has been writing poetry since the early 70s with 
two collections “Molasses Smothered Lemon Slices” and “Infinite Oarsmen for one” available on Amazon. He has had over 175 poems published in journals and magazines internationally in Canada, USA, Ireland, UK, France, Israel, India, Thailand, and Australia. He enjoys the outdoors, and indoors too. In 2007 he won THIS Magazine’s Great Canadian Literary Hunt in Poetry (1st Prize). He strives for the lyrical and hopes for the accidental.
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