James McLain Gardens Poems

Public Gardens

Disorder grows in the public gardens.
Double shadows on the walls come together.
Tonight opens the song.
I sweat from the training.

Open Gardens Of Love

Not to long after the sun has partly risen.
Open gardens of love blanket the clouds.
Reincarnated we often came before long after.
Death only wants us happy.

The Hanging Gardens

Each page, thy proffered word, as ink to quill.
Innate his will, upon his throne, it shall be done.
Wisdom, crown and glory, stars, his divestments.
Where clear skies that bring them all, safely home.

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