Poem Category: All

Train platform
an ant crack just wide enough
in the slanting sun.

Footpath coffees
our sponge cakes coming
past a rubbish bin.

Icicles drip
but the verandah
is bathed in a cold moon.

Bees buzz the flowers
before I can call out
the child steps back.

Express train
the steel bridge shaking
its rattles out.

Dawn opens
hunter calling hunter
around the zoo.

On the orange sea
sunset
sliced by the horizon.

Birthday cake
among the patio ferns
her greying friends.

Midday heat
the sugar ants rushed
along the grape vine.

Road rage
coloured and coiling an arm
his snake’s tattoo.