James McLain Poems

Golden waves in dusky light,
Whispers dance with evening's breath,
Fields of wheat in fading sight,
Cradle dreams of night's caress.
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I stood where two roads curved away,
The light was soft, the air was still,
My Uncle DeVoe, with wisdom gray,
Said, "Take this path, follow your will."
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The woman I met in the city's after glow,
With laughter like a fleeting dove,
Her legs, endless as the twilight showed,
Bore a tale of unrequited love.
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In the darkness of the dresser drawer,
where silk and cotton lie, folded still,
the fabric of her secret waits,
damp with the memory of a body's heat.
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In halls of white where quiet lingers soft,
Where whispers echo healing's tender grace,
The nurses walk with footsteps light and oft,
Their hands a balm, their smiles a warm embrace.
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She's strutting down the neon streets,
With a smile that the world can't beat.
Glitter rains from every note,
Catching fire in her velvet coat.
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Attorney Sara Mollow, Tireless Public Servant

By day she walks among the weary streets,
With quiet strength, her heart a steady flame,
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Attorney Sara Mollow, Tireless Public Servant

Attorney Sara Mollow, Tireless Public Servant
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The sun dies hard over the western hills,
Leaving red streaks like blood on the sea,
And I, with half a bottle of whiskey,
Wonder what's left, what's still waiting for me.
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I think of you quite often, when the rain
Falls gently through the tender autumn air,
And every leaf, half golden, whispers pain,
A fleeting sadness I could almost wear.
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