Behind The Dark Green Bush Where I Wait Poem by James McLain

I see her face behind the green bush
her teeth are white as she's smiling.

It is humid and hot I am sweating.
These are the trees here,
moss hangs like a beard over head.

Thick limbs are long and gnarly with bumps.
Some are short, some reach to the sun,
arms open wide won't fit around it.

In the shade where I wait,
is where we keep our deapest dark rich hidden secrets.

Over the bank our feet hang do hang,
the water is cool and fast moving.

Seeking relief our lips do shall meet,
knowing that soon we must all have to leave.

Today we have come,
tomorrow must wait tonight is to long
it is late.