Poem Category: All

campfire doused
the Universe’s
blanket of stars

each new pupil
in the ink stains
of others

peach orchard
how many they picked
with me at school

insomnia
counting hours
off the alarm

our bush craft
at no time
did I doubt it

buttered toast
I imagine the honeycomb’s
daily touched flowers

train station
I follow the rains
of a work day