Poem Category: Australian

between towns –

in the rear-view mirror

a headlight –glares

her age –

through our rush of breakfast

her wrinkled blue eyes

her shower scent

through the rush of breakfast

Laurel – leaves

road kill-

in feasts of blackness

the ravens – caw

cracked path

home late

how often I’ve stumbled

cawing guilty…

a murder of crows

over the dead lamb

day off work

all morning how gentle

the fog drips! drips! drips!

the wind exceeds itself

lifting the lily’s skirts

to their underparts

10 o’clock stars

the dog relieves slowly

to return indoors

antiques shop

tree rings polished

for the year’s sale