Poem Category: Australian

The meditation
of bamboo wind chimes
… a summer dawns…

The fallen Pines rot–
I sit down on the deaths
around us.

I step away from
the long white tunnel
above the bed to fear of pain
the beyond is not yet yours
this love that says
you should go back

autumn
raked
into
flames

auctioning
Father’s
shabby
house

River cruise
the freckles on Laurel’s throat
brushed by her green blouse.

And, his face
knowing
the sweet falls of her hair.

The tide leaks
where the crunch of sand
fits our feet to the ankles.

Spring warms
I untie the bamboo string
around the wind-chimes.

around our rest stop
the mountain swept
by two eagles