James McLain Poems

The wind has blown me out of mind.
I wished for you,
you looked at me a wave upon the sea.
The wind has blown all night through me.
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Did you ever open pause to know.
Could you ever think,
that my love would not decrease.
Growing up, then spilling out and over.
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For more than people have,
and when you do.
My Childhood pulse is you.
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Laying down I painting her.
Standing right side up, overflowing.
Each year,
she evened the score.
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The bee does not have fear of me.
The butterfly, here rests.
The humming bird it fans my face.
With color and with grace.
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I could love it to and you I should, do you?
Why should I love those,
and those of whom just came to play?
His swing she still speaks of.
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To the bright yellow sun.
I have never seen.
Never forget me.
When you finally come,
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It was five long days ago.
You found out.
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Coming and going,
night hides between day.
While out side the storm the house shakes.
Under the pillow, they are kept.
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