James McLain

Gold Star - 40,509 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Running Water - Poem by James McLain

Why do you why,
never bending, over it?

Could you not simply,
as you would and should
with it?

And comes the blame,
does it not often help lay
windblown there,
some where,
lost in the middle of it?

Whisper then each kiss,
and moreover it wading
after running out of water.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 11, 2010

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