Cloud Flocks Poem by james watkin

Cloud Flocks



At dawn when sky, in coolness
Rose, reinstalling ground
Uprose a correlative news
Pitiable in its sound.

Bo Peep of airy regions
With her peculiar crook
Stooping all snivels, as evidenced
By a tree that shook.

Restless to nudge, as obligated
The innocuous element
Of sky, through whose remissiveness
Dawdling not where they're meant.

Wednesday, May 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: cloud
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james watkin

james watkin

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