Her Magic Pool Poem by James McLain

It is small is not
at the spring in the back
where it has to drink the troubles by hand,
this from your hand of you.
It is not the small things in them it sees; it is the smallness
of the things it sees only in the the thing,
and the knowing; The (thing)
between the field i loved inside you,
it i Was; It to be bitter or sour the well after,
their life, nonjealous I am because of us it Advances,
enters; without knock never locked outside.
It is combined until forever now together.
We touched it together and until now and hush
in the quite we entered.
Consequently, you discovered going off with and
each being the noble and wise thing,
The (thing) will give it to the field, that (thing) will listen
and there is by a bed by which it has;
the beautiful young girl that time
and when it is not in that order the poetry
her angels who are important and approximately
that thing (writing) of which will put on new wings
awakes to it come morning.
You are many years old knew poets of the best and me a
male/feminine actor and author, ' It, l' Said;
Her/she of him which reaches her magic pool and prints it out.