Poem Category: All

How knuckle hard
is the full moon
in the pond of ice.

Ghost town
the drought-thin trees
of its surrounds.

In bare feet
the new carpet
changing every room.

Wedge-tail eagle
embracing
the thermals.

Motel door
cobwebs of fog
between the mountains.

Height of summer
the ripeness of the mangoes
on our neighbour’s side.

Poker night win
the clarinet solo
from a jazz band.

concealed track
the forest breeze
tangled with bird song.

magpies
the first tenor begins
the ode to dawn.

he sees again
her tilling their herbs
without gloves.