Poem Category: Australian

Edge of the cliff
no moonlight
to the touch of a web.

Water lilies
a duck under their skirts
feeling for snails.

Farm drought
in the wrinkles tattooed
on both their faces.

Zen breathing
the last train home
in the lightness of sleep.

Telescope
wheeling against deep space
a perfect Mars.

Bus stop
sweating in winter
the cake-shop window.

Dusk quickens
magpies quietening
into shadows.

Inside the ice sculptures
something
like shadows move.

Evening walk …
away from the house
away from the silence.

Guests gone
still above the pool
the dragonfly’s hum.