Left At The Doorstep Poem by james watkin

Left At The Doorstep



At the doorstep, where a pair
Of sandles, relax
Of their buckles' grip
Day-walked, heat of a hundred
Angers, ires and such
"We too lie thus" quip.

Thursday, March 12, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: mood
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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