The Beach Poem by James McLain

Then so often as your want then don't.
As for the long aganizing hour, I leave.
And you as often with me.
Agonizing it is, loving small it is weak.
You walk the well worn path out back.
And because of love it is by you entirely.
Left by you as the sky to me.
Blows the north wind?
Down south.
Who moves it east to west when together.
And the smoke from the old house.
Around you as it turns.
You upon it searching, it turns searching drifts.
Whereas it is no one but you.
and you know that you suffocate the center of it.
Where I am left alone with you and I look it is now gone.
Then as now as to well, as for my dark silhouette.
Your way most often than not.
And it never dies as it by you, is burried each night
with the beach.