James McLain Poems

Snipping them back with scissors.
It was very hard to see it happen
and then she was in pain
but it was like so often in the past.
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and i would never do that
back then, but know?
every one that did has died
they stopped.
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God knew of such a path
and knowing
each stone placed within the garden
God knew the path it led through you.
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Behind the old yellow washing machine
that makes loud noises
as coins roll along the floor
some are dropped while others
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and, 'dear, i am so small now
that you would not even wake
to know
that i was ever there,
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and tell me
what it was that you put on it.
it stays full and heavy
from the oil
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I am your father, 'Dear,

and I never stopped
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It is only by you that I proclaim
and you to it through is too each
is difference the hot firey orb of life
and becoming even through you,
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Frequent shoppers
are we all
well in quite the honey drew
from Bonny knobs
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