James McLain

Gold Star - 38,459 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Public Gardens - Poem by James McLain

Disorder grows in the public gardens.
Double shadows on the walls come together.
Tonight opens the song.
I sweat from the training.
I run the pads of my fingers in along.
The moon has eyes, eyes that open.
On a public wall read this poem.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 10, 2012



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