Poem Category: Australian

log cabin
a bear’s shadows
moving the snow

Gum tree breezes
a river
shines the Sun

lonesome Tuesday
I walk down to watch
the river’s porpoise

the cat’s feathers
I quickly save face
with a broom

crowded
we leave the city
for the night sky

crescent
a salmon gulps
what’s left of the moon

to bats
uncounted
figs in the moon

the wet-sand mark
twilight on the beach
now empty

found
with Laurel in the shower
a soapy back sponge

stretching out
shafts of moon light
over Laurel’s bed