Summer Camp Poem by James McLain

Each boy and girl had the normal irreconcilable impulses.
My sister knew one other girl and his wife the others father.
The counselors green satin panties are up the flag pole.
She is neurotic I wear a different color for each cloudy day.
And her hands are full I taste the rain, she falls asleep.
They scare me straight and between each pulse, I shiver.
One girl is always in denial of all the girls she never denies.
The rest want to model silk pajamas the rest of summer.
When being touched by some of them they come back.
Calling into question their heterosexuality in the out house.
The other girls think they are safe from the others storms.
A letter falls from one book I shook out and now she will.
Does what I say and simply I explained the oceans silence.
I must allow the feelings of a beautiful girl to turn and burn.
I made a promise to her that I would with just her only scar.
Her psychology is not going home I have the cheerleader.
Morning comes and circles the good girl and with compassion.
Her name is Rose and how I came to know about her Lily.
I wrote this standing in the bushes child of leaves and only wind.
Under shaded trees it opens fair I whisper out her name.
We crawl out on hands and knees our eyes are out of questions.