Out In This Street (One Summer Eve) Poem by james watkin

Out In This Street (One Summer Eve)



Smile not, smirk! To relate
To none, what no
Loud glass clinkers, smug comfort's
Laid, shade-hid, low
Do want to know.

Ominous incursions.
Surge on dark surge
Wind-lifted, of Rain's cohorts.
In how whips scourge
Lulled minds to purge.

Thursday, February 9, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: storm
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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