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

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Hung From The 'Mouth' Of Love



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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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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