A Day Comes Poem by James McLain

Day comes As a 'Song';
Comes the sun each and every contract broken,
except this one not the one before, nor too come.
As he said;
that once which was, would now seem even by
human design, some saying perhaps intervention.

Manifested by resolution undefinable as one circles
the globe looking down,
where once of each and every nation all looked up.
Willing to travel forever to stand at the edge of every thing.

And still to come and behold as all rivers flow up and
around certain mountains, defining all that no longer is,

and at the top breathless to walk in warm snow, talking.
As the line that separates purple from blue stands
lost in the space of one open hand, that never closes.

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