Without Being Rainy Poem by james watkin

Without Being Rainy



Without being rainy
Mimulus and fern. A frog, albeit
Handmade as a joke
Unable to croak.

Though facing a sky
Of blue formlessness, still gives account of
Weather-cock a-float
One in a horsecoat!

And is it...fetching
My bike's rust...there, where...strange of a strangeness
Lie vales unsodden
A bow -arisen?

Monday, April 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: weather
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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