Poem Category: Australian

Kid’s first circus
then the fall-down sad-face
bike-ride of the clowns.

Laying bricks…
no escape
the dog wants their daily walk.

The chill that showers
sprinkle over me…
sick friend’s garden.

Spring warms
more bird twitters
through the window.

Tool shed door
so many wood shavings
gathered by the wind.

Tourist resort
choosing our memories
from the post-card rack.

Nursing home
mistake after mistake
their faded tattoos.

Fig trees
the night’s thunder shaking
some fruit bats out.

Cicada in the tree
becoming more like us
the child listens.

Full udder …
scratching her day’s itch
on the old barn door.