Poem Category: Australian

rising from the sea
to see into it
the streaks of dawn

in winter fogs
the creep of tram lights
being born

autumn burning
the smoke of backyards
streets away

Wet Sunday …
parts of the newspaper
in every room.

The stone eyes
in his face
at friendly poker.

Sunset sinks
a brumby splashes through the river
to the cool green hills.

temple grounds
the smile of the Buddha
wanes with the moon

Total fire ban
flame-tree leaves
litter the park.

Ocean mist
then comes the deeply rising singing
of the whales.

Country road

almost home cows sashaying

with their udders.