Meadowland, Looking Over Poem by james watkin

Meadowland, Looking Over



Official document of Summer.
Stepped on, just crinkled by you!
By this burnt on wax stamp's corner-view
Poppied, authenticated.

Breeze, that's scented, bee, pollen-stuck
Its contents, unlike, uptook.
Scanning; or deeper. Look oh look!
Delving pell mell; the well-read!

Tuesday, May 31, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: summer
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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