Face Of Wood Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Face Of Wood



Branches heart reflected on leaf
scratched skin mirrors it's bottom.
Standing with the breeze translucent
perched branch here now waiting.
Invariable to none passing on sitting
the air filled with lines flows to dust.
Breathing hairs vined memory lane
this heart worn above the thick bark.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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