Road From A Beach Poem by james watkin

Road From A Beach



Back up its access of sand
And around, still dusty-hot
Swirling, felt I fizz past me
To smile, a day-memory.

Moulded not as Summer's last!
Last, shore-breaking, weighed not.
Teared engulfing, tumbling o'er.
For its coldness, salted more.

Friday, March 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: memory,summer
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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