On Top Of The World Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

On Top Of The World



We picked up the last of the cloths and the rest still asleep.
I swollowed the warm air it tasted of eggs, bacon and coffee.
A window across the river caught us in the sun.
The miracle we were working on, on top of the world.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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