Public Gardens Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Public Gardens



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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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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