While I Was Poem by James McLain
While I Was
My trash stacked up, she flew away,
a bird emboldened found a way the nest is made.
Dark clouds drag my mind, great waves are grey.
I slip on the stone, cobbled boot rings, my eyes steal.
Silly laughter, wenches cup in draughted mouth, play.
It is late.is it still there, in the park waiying, adventures.
Rain in step both ways, I leave the dark to crash, clean.
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