Poem Category: All

Second hand book
a pencilled name
faint among the poems.

Rain forest
an unfamiliar axe thud
a Gum flutters.

Empty school yard
just the rubbish-bin calls
that the crows let out.

Family court
a pooling in the child’s eyes
being brave.

Wet long-weekend
only the smallest stones dry
Tuesday morning.

So headstrong
gunning into the life of a Pine
the wood pecker.

Country roads
bending into the stars
our motor-bike lights.

Mangrove mud
letting the tide return
in small sun flashes.

Boy’s butterfly kite
with nothing to snare it
but a summer cloud.

Passing fruit bat
the moon in a birdbath
bringing her near.