Poem Category: Australian

The boy’s scooped in

cicada shrills

from his marmalade jar.

Garden pond

did the tiger moth just give up

to drown in the moon.

Our home for sale

sparrows peck the lawn

near auction’s end.

Doctor’s rooms

a tank of goldfish

taking their turns.

In and out

of the foster child

the family’s name.

Magpie’s beak

the defiant chirp

of a cricket.

Bathroom tiles

too many ; no not too many

tiny footprints in the talc.

Bring us your driftwoods

tides, ebbs from those unknown lands

bring them all face down.

Sunday afternoon

the merriment of ants

with a butterfly’s wing.