Ghetto Bridge Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Ghetto Bridge



I excepted this home
within sight of an unfamiliar bridge.
I left a similar place without the other.
The plants underneath this bridge
are tall green and purple.
The flowers are open.
My knees I rest overweight upon them.
Two negros above me are speaking.
Be quite Jerome, two crackers are coming

Saturday, July 13, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: green,plants,purple
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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