Waves, Bullocks Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Waves, Bullocks



Always late, cutting rope untied
a vast ocean bullocks, fore, aft.
They block my horizon, moved by
smallness, motions foe will gain.
Today, I ride with the shark, as it
swims while the monsters sleep
mountains of waves wash over us.
Moving, to avoid the smile wasted
on the other, flashed in white teeth.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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