Now You Come Again
J
James McLain
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Now you come again,
unasking,
ask of me what?
That mask, put up high,
now again brought low.
Like a sapling,
deep forest offering
you cling to the trunk,
of wood, like a child
rides down from
the sweet gum tree.
I Sigh..
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