Cotton Seed A Pearl
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James McLain
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Almost without thought...
my fingers...
walk and twirl...
around the circle of white...
tonight...
the moon has our attention...
it is a strange branded pink..
masked over...the white boll...
and demands...
my full attention...
as I spread...
the cotton apart...
and there..
at the center....
beneath the white...
is the seed...
a southern pearl......
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