Could It Be Otherwise Poem by James McLain

Star struck Fan's,
giving them what they want
if they can't touch you.
The younger they are
the softer their heart's.

The mature woman knows
what she wants and how.
Treating
each encounter as would
an athlete.

Taking the bull by the horns
pulling it close
to her face, until she See's
the White's of it's eye's.

Some of U.S.
long for the quaint little house
with a green little fence
not white.

I can only imagine how, getting
stuck in a rut
knowing the moon's in the sky.

Swelling inside, eye's growing wide
drifting quietly away,
drifting on out to the sea.