Poem Category: Australian

without a surf

the sun in a shell

alive with rainbows

the bridge rattles

a freight train in lights

crossing the river

An owl hoots—

the stream’s murmur

agog with stones.

these dark woods

my torch light no longer

on father’s back

the unbroken orange peel

thrown over her shoulder

spells his initial

Steel sink … cooling for us

a baked pie

beside its apple skins.

the peeled orange rings

under our hammock

… midday shade

The flame trees drip

and hour by hour

the street fog glows with headlights.

mum’s singing

on the kitchen table

our homework stopped

last orange rays

letting the cratered moon

through my back door