Why When You'Re Not Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Why When You'Re Not



Here We must be still.
The parting grass
gives nothing away.
Translucent
White clouds lay
as one with the grass.
Open to the breeze.
Witnesses claim to see.
The deep small well,
has a root in it.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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