Time-Hung Pleasures Poem by james watkin

Time-Hung Pleasures



Loose-limbed, or lightly, in thought
Left, let go of
Summer on a swing; worlds of
Strife clear above.

With what more shameless, displays
Child's free priviledge
Of time-hung pleasure, envied.
Waits on not one thing.
There wall-sat; or toe-dipping
By some water's edge.

Tuesday, May 3, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: child,hanging out
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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