James McLain Poems

Final homecoming a queen
your mirror was switched by
your evil sister.
She loves hearing you in the
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From great depression was long, her life story.
People had begun and the trauma, she saved other's from.
Today it recedes from me / us watching her drift back to yesterday.
She goes back to her brightly lit room.
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Pleasant to the ear as it falls.
Listen to the rain as tears wash away your fears.
As the streets are washed clean,
so the soul of each child reappears.
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I called the humane society just the other face
of some whom are.
Promises weren't made I thought they were.
So many cat's the food's enough.
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Is just a drip
from where
it comes
it matters
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Hurry put the flap back over my head
I forget
now, more and more.
I don't like talking about that, I thought
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Dying, here where I lay,
I am grateful.
Grateful I am for the courage
others have shown and have died for.
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I forgot to keep what I once had
that I had to have you, dear.
A women, sweet, I once possessed
in you I had it all.
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I have been approached by some as to why,
as to why it may read as Shakespeare.
Emily Dickinson, Sara Teasedale, extraordinary,
etcetera, etcetera.
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Heaven I heave at her back
sit on me
as the moon floats above I am drawn
deeply in and pushed out
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