One Summer Moon Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

One Summer Moon



Hauntingly familiar were misy
nights cloak of you.
Beads of moister clinging,
from my view.
Voice in echo, amongst the cypress
of our youth.
Erased, with the morning sun.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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