The Wishful Thinker Poem by james watkin

The Wishful Thinker

More than where he is
At present, chair-weighed.
Afar, and in time, too.
And lighter conveyed!

Of what for it spins
Unwheeled, a vortex.
With imaginative gusto.
Quickness, no trace leaves.
Not dust, nor blown corn sheaves.
For no sky does vex.

Tuesday, December 12, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: wish
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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