James McLain Poems

Dear..femininity..

When...i.. wander around your forest..your hand..
..it..always guides me back..to the shore..and you..
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Time tips it's....light down..on..
Her..many full cups..lost in it..as..
Bodies..grow heavan..inside..the..
Sky..It.. drifts.. from one star..to the..
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American vegetable..fruit..
Markets in stores..such as..
I love to frequent..having
Large hands..cantaloupes..
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Flashes cup) it(s in white silk..netted.
Marshy pond) it(pulls at the bottom..
It lays outside) it(wiggles within...
) it(tries) it(s new legs to hop out of..
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Passion flows out..voice..
Hard you still cry..for it..
Is it still open.. the bush...
does the rose...dirt bed..
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Swoop in upon the fire..
hot..wings bridge the air.
To say why dance it is thus.
Still moths.. will never talk at..
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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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Some come to think she is ugly
and when they come
she is back
a swan that is she, made so gracefull
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Access one Denied
Einstein, Uncle Albert
People who deny access
to they
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