Portraits Of Leisure (In An Australian Summer) Poem by james watkin

Portraits Of Leisure (In An Australian Summer)



No head, but floppy hatted.
No view, blue, but sea's.
Whilst in a haze of apathy
Sails, cloud-like, do pass.

Township's faces, terrace-hung.
Of sands, redder blown.
Up around old pub life, grown.
And its amber glass.

Thursday, August 18, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: summer
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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