Poem Category: Australian

Raising a shadow
at midnight
the fruit bat’s wing.

New year’s hour
her breath
in me.

Lightning bolts …
along the freeway
so many tiny cars.

The bamboo rake
rests against
a naked oak.

Cormorants
before us
diving below the lake.

Barbed wire
guarding those few
that sleep.

The steel bucket
comes up the stone well
dancing.

Unless he gives illusions
the street magician
has no charms.

Bring us your driftwoods
tides, ebbs from those unknown lands
bring them all face down.

Rock climbing
the click from the wings
of a dragonfly.