Poem Category: All

open tent
magpies in the Gum trees
a song at a time

open tent
some of the bird songs
left in the fog

open tent
leaving its afterimage
on butterfly wings

open tent
the broken hearing
of red rustled leaves

open tent
the hour sunrise
takes to perfect

camping
the mirage the sun bakes
from an empty sky

camping
just enough clouds
to tattoo the river

camping
an afterimage of the crow–
where she watched me

camping
each speck of a Galaxy
replaced by another

camping
without a sound
insomnia leaves