Too His Intended Poem by James McLain

too his intended
her oneself
her of her other
of the purple mind
and similar plain
petticoat and yellow
garters worn
and like the dim lit thing
each is now the fire
why it burns down low
being like is that
of which her 'English'
Speech is 'Queen'
she sprinkles
silver dusk, has past
and vast qualities
of it his wick
candle
her intended
which is open to the windows
pain of rain
when skies are clear and 'dear'?