Poem Category: Australian

Saw mill town
slowly growing Pines
in the pot-holes.

Waterwheels
sipping wine by the pond
with Laurel.

Darkness and devils
my head bowed under
these shrieking bats.

Barbed wire fence
kangaroo skins
cleaned by crows.

Out and out
of the cave’s mouth
screams of the fruit bats.

Interstate station
the train’s steam embracing
their hurried kiss.

Old snake skin
in last year’s rings
along the track.

Picking apple trees
an eagle glides above us
shaped by the wind.

Her shadows touch too ,
letting the butterfly
around my face.

A salt wind brings rain
not far from us
the cry of gulls.