Narcissi Poem by James McLain

Gray and lonely, between that blue peajacket.
Feathers spread as it bends
and as these match stick figures go.
He has the look.
She is empty of his,
and has recovered something of the dance.

Sticking out the one toe excessively.
bent at the base bending being bent large things do.
You nurse the difficulty of that with which.
And other sounds the walk up the hill of green,
talk that talk and walk, and smile.

There is dignity to this.
There is a proper form out of fasion in this.
The vivid flower and peony the person.
They bend, they stand.
They suffer from that kind of being loved.

And senior citizens came at one time.
Young love in small quite groups.

He is blue rather than pink and she is pink
rather than blue.
The terrible wind bends the branch with her breath.
And it is visible like the child, directly and white.