Poem Category: All

Church wedding

dust stirs

in the sunbeams

First buds



pulling her milk tooth

for the fairy

My loud sigh



the cat‘s stare turns

from the yard bird

Greying bachelor

in the private jokes

of the bar girls

Fresh from the oven

our peach-apple pie

in the soft window breeze

Theatre emptied

only the rain before us

to the car park

Solo

following a pink light spot

the tall show girl

A priest

sits

at the end of sins

Library books due

back to my childhood

a walk through the snow

Country town

inspecting it



the rise and rise of the circus