It(S Run Out Of Words) It(S Lovingly Poem by James McLain

Dear Paper Trail,

) it(..is not easy...you crave well counseled...
brings..) it(s..own flavor..wine..grapes..well.
Cups..always full..flowing tips..crafted..fine..
artisan..jealous eye needs hand to see..be
..) it(s....crowned in perfections..
dew flying..in lost direction...hand does flow.
..) it(s..you the cause..) it(..lost..trees last..
piece of..hand hewn lumber..in yards...vast
gardens..sweet rose..) it(..is a petal of pillows
scent..) it(s..ocean flows relenting..streams of
) it(..to mingle) it(s..glow..to sea...) it(s..hand to
cup and hold..) it(s..growth raising flags lost...
in your rising gale..of rain..) it(s..wet..heartbeat
to feel...) it(s..good..) it(sblood..asails..to flail.
battens door..Your hatch opens yard..) it(s..
nature...) it(s..hot..cold..cruel..) it(s..never.denied
) it(s..here..) its(..there in you.
captivating..) it(s......loveingly...bound..ship...
) it(s..your safe harbor...) it(s..a hurricane