A Way Out Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

A Way Out



With more and more money,
would I feel unloved.
No one man
pays attention to me.
Unloved and his head.
Crowned,
the sea full of wind.
The grass and I placed beyond.
Is this it.
Poetry and money to one.
The snowy dance I preformed
with the man without his yellow hat.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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