A Meadow Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

A Meadow



A virgin,
whom neither is able to have.
As for her, there is a clearing
he has made.
And the meadow
in it, one is standing,
waist deep, both
arms open wide.
Waiting.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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