James McLain Poems

It is small is not
at the spring in the back
where it has to drink the troubles by hand,
this from your hand of you.
...

from
the middle
how it oozes
dark rich blood
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why do you think...
me clever..'dear'..
are you not...so much...more so...
than i..thus..
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simply it is a very rich gift you have..
to walk on simply by..
and touch the trees and
make the flowers
...

Beside me is still some water; and besides some one I lay,
it's running off each stone, each trickle how it always flows.
Funny how time lets dreams float often up away, down a
little stream, the forest moves each tree, in a little closer.
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Some times when i can walk,
i hear them dance and they still talk
and i danced for your freedom,
and some wonder if i, am old
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My Five Sisters,
and i was the youngest
yes, a male.
It did not seem strange.
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You having
the last 'Word'
is not at issue.
It is, what you do,
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and from behind
the full moon is.
and the struggles
make
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Clothed In Beauty;
each chiseled branch
hangs full of fruit.
The silent observer bides
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