James McLain

Gold Star - 36,837 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Hung From The 'Mouth' Of Love - Poem by James McLain

Deeper than purple plums,
so warm are embraced.
Heavy with dust in the air
it makes you sneeze.
Back from the last harvest,
two full sloshing buckets.
Shutters unlocked a wake,
lay open to reclaim them.
Coming back around and picking
the few fruit that were missed.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 21, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, December 21, 2009


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