As Poets Stream Out Poem by James McLain

As you sing,
and I move slowly I back again throught it.
Blood red is the green dress,
tall adults, stiff with envy.
Beating hearts I have heard come and go.
Peaceful minds and I am, overwhelmed.
Bee's as they fly why I try golden honey.
When I come, I trust you have arrived.
And do you come when I am sleep, cresant moon.
Hearing the wind through the window, I see a dog.
Like a rag in it's grinning mouth how it shakes me,
the voice that I hear is your's so I come.
Speaking at the waters edge,
a stand of trees, greenleaves bent over homesickness.
Here at my autumn have all come, all wear light shadow's,
Of today,
yesterday's gone as the wind, when tomorrow arrives.
You are the giver and both are exposed lies your beauty.
When cities sleep,
the fish sleep comes peace and loose their fishy smell.
When hunger found us out,
your leafless dress, loving you before the dying worm.
Silver halo last tuesday back through tuesday,
and shinny brass buttons just once beneeth the full moon.
Let it be as one with each river,
as poets stream out from the bay, comes the sea.
And Mary and I wept,
when drinking red wine together our toes, end to end.
Beneeth the other side it is mixed with the smell of red buds.
And each bell when it rings,
being deaf sounds come from oppisite directions.