Cottons Sun And Breath Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Cottons Sun And Breath

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Cottons sun and breath; and I walk into it,
my back upon the sun and my being
sundresses to the front, she blinds me.

White with dust, sweaty limbs do too drip,
and every where white tipped, and sagging
and trusting; I wash my hands deep, the bush's,
heart where hands feel cottons sun and breath.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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