Change Poem by james watkin

Change



Unlike other weathers, we
Never see its coming.
No horizons storm-raised, but
Out clear blues caught up in.

To have shutters latched on
A too entrenched snug care
No option blows, since by then
Unhoused will be; threadbare.

Thursday, November 29, 2018
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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