Disruptions Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Disruptions



It is pouring over the edge.
Running up hill instead of down.
Slow then faster, fast.
I can't replace the smile on your face at that.
Knowing as it rolls down and off the page.
Stolen moments never come back like this one.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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