Air Poem by james watkin

Air



To fight my way through a crowd
For free space, til needing
It had'nt been looked upon
Yet as liberating.

It is so like you, high ridge
Out to whose clarity
Every bird levels off on
To so re-direct me!

Tuesday, September 1, 2020
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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