Poem Category: All

deep water green
shared from my phone
dolphins in the swells.

Dusk comes …
straps-off-her-shoulders heat
in the rattling fan.

Cast off
in the Frangipani falls
a tiger snake skin.

Lifting mist
the shapes of dawn
in the mushroom field.

Plumber’s soil
left on the lawn
pecked by sparrows.

In the fish pond
no moon to float
the moth’s flutter.

Moon swept tides
by such force
the kelp forests sway.