Motes
written by: Jacob Dunstan
The wattle that spoke on the Saturday
afternoon was not for the final time
either as the freshness of starts
can waft in with the pollen and crawl forth
like insidious hope clouds pepper the potential
possibility, by the din-stifled roadside, in
the urban forest, amid footstep-addled
Rhythm.
Jacob Dunstan is a freelance writer and actor. He has worked many years at camps and has a love of cinema. He has been a fan of poetry since his teens and his appreciation for the form was consolidated after undertaking a course at University. He enjoys walking and running and loves the months of the year.
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