Coquinas Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Coquinas



My feet,
I hang below.
My head above the rocks.
Drifting by,
the bluest sky,
I never kissed.
No wake,
from here to there.

Hearing thunder
sitting still.
Conquinas,
move the sand
between your toes.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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