Each Salty Leaf Poem by James McLain

From early mornings sun and damp was night
those cotton fields
of baby
some times pink but mostly blue
correcting hands each flower floats from which
i made a promise now i hang.
Grandly and with the hemp it ties
and comes to build the field a shallow body wide
the highest comfort cloud from tree too tree
with three no room. From which It sees, visit,
the ocean;
i am each punishment of the silky thing, the party
knew a man and invisible muscles which she takes
falls off again deeply from the sea of thought as motion
shadows of soft shape and waves are seized.
Authorization of it with she, which sees?
Settle breezes together on periods of white foam, and it'
From the sea they are too the dance which rotates
around the world,
across the circumference of each salty leaf
can you taste the air or not,
yea or nay, say it naught
according to her head with the finger which he combs
and slowish is the lower part against the bow and wave.
And is to wipe the tears forever from thy brow,
erased in fear.