Poem Category: Australian

In waves

their long journey over

Laurel’s breasts.

Supported as softly

as the lake’s moon

our rubber canoe.

Her one-eyed doll

avoiding its stare

the neighbour’s cat.

Sunset beach

I raise my voice to call them

boys dragging driftwood.

A car space found

our beach towels breathing

last season’s scent.

Along the stormy beach

we often walk

waves retching their seaweed out.

Small waves

finally separating

the lover’s thrown rose.

Beach gulls hover

above the dog’s bark

above the dog’s play.

Icy frost

cracking the river edge

the horse’s hooves.

boy’s jam jar

the just loosened lid

for his butterfly’s breath