by Ken W Simpson
The silver tracks
left by caterpillars
on coded leaves
are nibbled at
by voracious verbs
watched by pronouns
perched like birds
on gaol walls.
From:
Ken W Simpson
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an Australian poet specialising in free verse., A number of my collections are available online at Amazon and elsewhere.
Last updated February 22, 2014