Watching His Head Go In
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James McLain
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Ahead of me the road I see, very few in walking can.
Certainty it's wide and long, despite it's length,
I am.
My humming bird his tongue is long, a flower's
Neck is deeper still, untilI his head goes in.
Knowledge gained about it, as I watch it come each day.
Each day, he's in a different spot,
And even though each face he's kissed, he has solved
a thousand mysteries.
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