Rowden Poem by James McLain

Rowden; you and inside the seat
by the and for this county
and i know you care for the children
hither and yon
and that short stubby car
around in which you drive, smart car that it is.
seeing you when you i first saw
and you saw what
yes what
is that the animal you feel of fear
what if it hits me in the rear
my short stubby car
will it hurt
delivering the mail
errands too run once i was in that seat
blond tapered door
forcefully in charge of who.
do you tremble their when you see it.
does it open and close
speckles
or just run and run
Rurally speaking cows and barns
washing the hay
when it rains as it does on you.
But/moon is full as is your face
and it brushes the cloud
as you embrace
your fear.
silky silhouette sits on blue feathered heron it's crane