James McLain Poems

Winter sits empty of song.
Open your eyes come away.
And sit where it is that you wish.
Waiting I pass you the dish.
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Perhaps,

Mercy cannot be shown
without the application
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A word perhaps to me is hope
and hope you used to use a lot.
Without perhaps it being hope for naught.
A lot of hope about the things you are,
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Confused intuition.
Until upon it she strikes.
She comes awake because of the coming.
Talking in her sleep and of others.
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Silent are my thoughts lest my mouth.
I was and remain today still amazed.
Even when a severely handy capped little boy.
Drew the other boys and girls,
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What does she think as I stand at the gate.
Open gardens,
blowing wind and the rain by her hand.
Open gardens once closed the day after I smell it.
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On the beach today what I saw this she knew.
A young girl teasing and not from Virginia.
Rubbing oil even there.
Pretending not to pretend as I pretend not to look.
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Of all that were yours I chose those.
It was if you had just left them.
On top of the colored pile.
Like butterflies seeking in search of.
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You knew of my home room weakness,
painted female hands, alone or in private.
Nails with teeth your collar drips spikes.
I dream of countless misunderstandings.
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Rising expectations,
momslikeme.com her moon is to full.
Inside of the sun lazily I drift by.
Quite times like these are but a dream.
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