Late-Homing Sights Poem by james watkin

Late-Homing Sights



Birds' flapping silhouettes, against
A sunsetting light.
Putting their unique stamp upon
This late-homing sight

A flock of children, as loose-limbed
Shriek as loud on by.
Onward, til the darkness, eternal
Traced for times buoyed I.

Wednesday, June 2, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood,memory,sunset
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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