Politics Art And Graffiti Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Politics Art And Graffiti



Falling,
a leaf from a tree
child of a bush without leaves
whispered the wind
set U.S. free.

When does graffiti transcend
art and become political?
When every firm,
ripe mellon explodes in the sun.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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