Poem Category: All

Stopping me
photographing the lorikeets
an Emperor moth’s arrival.

Foaming
her Friday nights soaked
into bath shampoos.

Sprinkled ashes
out on the next wave
his wreath.

Christmas alone
turning carols
on the radio off.

Shooting star
I uncork an old shiraz
to let it first breathe.

Strawberries
melting
Laurel’s tongue.

Star crushed sky
walking it home
over our shoulders.

Rain-soaked mail
Laurel selects the one
hand written.

Putting the dog out
stopped by her howl
into the stars.

After church
the pigeons peck around
in confetti and rice.