Tanned Avocados To Squeeze Poem by James McLain

You were stretching
when I heard wild flowers.
I said you were gorgeous.
Touching my arm in that bikini.
Eye being cute.
Your staff and my full cup of hope.
The scorching hot yellow sun.
Out in the day the moon runs.
Perhaps as have others.
You have seen me fish.
But your tuna looks unpressed
and why I love tuna.
Because of your beauty untold.
Because of your beauty I am.
Learning such curves one love and self.
This is my dream when we meet.
Counting, countless numbers of stars.
When I come back tomorrow.
Window shaping for fresh avocados.