Poem Category: Australian

the sculptor’s nude

his model helping him

polish her

beach wind

no tracks to

the sea-gull’s huddle

in beach sand

high heels

in hand

bus stop shade

the old man flings

his apple core out

beach party

the moon in clouds

tattooing the sea

All day inside , out,

hearing the clouds pass

in wind and rain.

dawn solitude

the bay’s lowest ebb

turning

a returning tide

on the beach his hands

over the curves of her

teeming rain

the beach sand unable

to float the whale

summer forest

leaving the chain saw to it

… the butterflies