Taking Notes
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James McLain
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Light from where I am
on one way streets
dark flickers over head.
The fields are green
and wide,
locked inside a fence.
My dear,
of course it helps
to see the face out side.
No one knows
with whom I speak but you.
Like the honest politician
or the judge
speaking as they speak
why no one hears.
Having conversations
underneath their heads
turning left and right.
Unless you use a word
they've read before.
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