Midnight Sun Poem by James McLain
Midnight Sun
And if I grunt to hard
inside the moon it's why
I'm pushed outside.
To feel
the yellow ears and long
pink
tongues move back
and forth.
It's shadow hidden by
the trees
no one could see by she
it's felt.
Gossip not about the way
the midnight
sun is hot and why
it spots.
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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