Reaching Out
J
James McLain
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Lifeless fingers
clutching at my neck
my head beneath the skin.
Emerald skies
cause mighty men to grin.
Released from earthly
pain young children see.
Hush my rose
the budding summer sun
has come and gone.
Come back then
to home and sleep again.
Those
lifeless fingers
were once living bone.
Where you belong
and emerald eyes
that turn upon bird songs.
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