Grasping A Grainy Picture. Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Grasping A Grainy Picture.



Grasping at dust blown back
my hand forms a found word.
Lost shelves books caverns
solitude years of touching.
Burials march to infinity breathing
thoughts filled by a simple bowl.
Clinging fingers clutch hopes
parting page now revealed.
Leading into a thousand directions

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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