Poem Category: Australian

morning bird calls
and, the child listening
stirred his heart in mine

in the park’s rustling leaves
my dogs and I…
and love

flying off
the crow is an after-image
where we stared at each other

of course they honk
the geese from out of the blue
glide into mirrors

autumn leaves rustle
the feel of old shoes
loose at the laces

I disappear…
the shadows move
to the street lights

a road rage
the child from the back seat
calling out

holiday house
opening the front door
to someone’s rummage

a white-out fog
in the ghosts of river Gums
no-one hears them drip