Summer Was Coming Poem by james watkin

Summer Was Coming



Summer was coming.
That desert-crossing
Caravan of days.
A mirage; mirage!

Weighed down of, no less
Through sun-ripe excess
In the delectable
For life's appetite
Khartoum's selling point
What was to re-stage.

Thursday, March 18, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: summer time
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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