Child-Stept Interminglings
Leaping, though mud-soaked
Splattered of face
Out those rains, with toads.
Less in disgrace!
Hurtling, though with burs
Bee stings o'er me
Down those steeps, bump, bump
Summer-possessed,
With flopping lizard.
Not so distressed!
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2022
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