Puddle Poem by james watkin

Puddle



Cursing off each of them
Edging timid around
Shallow, where's a puddle's grossness
Of swamping found?

City's orderly grooves
Who fell into decry
Blots, in rain schemes, by lads excused.
Random mistakes of sky.

Wednesday, August 14, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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