Roving, That's Pursuing The Routes Poem by james watkin

Roving, That's Pursuing The Routes



Roving, that's pursuing the routes
Habitual,is friendly, civil.
Nothing of conspiring, closing in.
Behind each swarming no sniffed ill.

With one thought, straying, hooked sly; and
Are deftly slung precipitous
Down some o'erfolding dark, especial
To one's fear-nature, unconscious.

Thursday, March 28, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: nature walks
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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