Quite Times Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Quite Times



Only at her quite times, the iris pulls back the curtain.
Looking at attention are the apt pupils.
Quietly it lifts, pulled apart grandiloquently.
An image of a shadow peers in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is just as quietly gone.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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