Hystreria Poem by James McLain
Hystreria
Children crying
Here not there though there
It is as well.
What we think of in secret
Most lie about.
Though they're here and
Yes, you can see them here
As though or not.
Blue berries squeezed and hot,
The juice flows and the wine tastes
As good wine should taste.
You know they are here, the children
Are crying.
Tuesday, May 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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