Poem Category: Australian

In a few tomato cartons
old books
untouched in the garage sale.

Carbuncle in the soil
the coming… the going…
of the bull-ant mound.

Orchard fog
the shapes apple trees make
being picked.

Old rain forest …
down in the tall light
her ancient hidden potions.

Skipping school
the cicada’s racket
in the boy’s tin can.

Her wreath placed …
contriving me a speech
to be remembered.

Up the gull-stained cliffs
no one climbs
just the bright orange dawn.

In the last train
following
the storm home.

Mangrove
between tangled roots
its stinking sticky mud.

Camp-fire moon
talking alone
to lunacy.