Blue Berries Blue Poem by James McLain

and worried for words no books.
asking but neither too ask for fear if we ask.
our parents unspeaking the devil is words
believe what it is/is it said,
when you are old then only and then perhaps
not from I nor she will you know.
too know of the beauty of trees
and their meanings they hold.
why are some flowers red
while others run off to play in pink
blue berries blue
always and forever
before and after is it true?
bare are fields laying fallow
is Lily in bloom like a Rose
must the thorn always stab the heart
like the knife must it know.
or from the plow
fresh turned earth smell of life
it's breath again fresh.
telling us nothing is worse than that.
keeping us locked in the dark.
And by the time we have figured it out.
will cotton seem as then once;
as it was so white too me, will the tree she
once wished to climb
run out and look down too the sea.
mom one of my friends is 'gay'
and 'dad' do you know what an ego is
I have never seen you read one book in my life
why would you want them pulled from
the shelf of life made of wood at the school
where I live where you both never come.