To A Minutes' Old Butterfly Poem by james watkin

To A Minutes' Old Butterfly



Of all that's just raged on through
How funny, no learning!
Sneered ugly, spat, made bolt in
Summer's extreme turning.

From out all of a new-woke
To a world innocence
For blank staring what looks right.
For bloom-sat complacence.

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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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