This Heat! Poem by james watkin

This Heat!



Nigh faint! Stopping, standing
In any one place.
It is the cauldron of sun's
Tipping point that stuns!

Best walk on, agitate
With arms, flapped down on
Which airs, middling gustings rouse
Medium-sized grouse.

Saturday, July 24, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: weather
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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