James McLain Poems

You opened it up and the silence was loud.
You are pretty,
You are more than coat hanger pretty.
Invisible,
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Every night she comes to me,
the offer of eternal freedom how it sweetly rings.
And as for him who is my son when evening,
with a whisper comes, It comes the southern sun.
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And if you by my variances be they small and or large.
When by you they mostly are, am I telling the whole truth?
Then in the growing more tender perhaps they become.
Being once like they and I am.
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Blowing in from the wind,
across the sand there as you last left it.
It was there I to find and wading over through it, I to find.
The leaves laid across it, have parted slightly.
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Fifty leaves I saw today, before I saw.
The trees so deep the suns red flare
and briefly light laid soft upon the cake.
Upon the cake.
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Made in Switzerland.
Guarded by the pope.
Woman wear them to.
I would,
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Why cant you see the way you move
effects my heart it skips that beat
you need the most.
You leave come back runaround the
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Mikael, making picture messes always.
They come onto every thing oshes around
you now, the mirrors make them worse.
Even in death they grow lame riding the
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The orderlies around them cover in them
all row upon row. Each one smiling two.
One nurse hurries is fronted then backwards
gown smiling to show a pulse in her hands.
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I still have that shoe of yours
in my closet, full of sand.
I smile and let her go, my other hand.
She still has.
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