Poem Category: Australian

intercity bus
stops and exits
our neighbour

Mother’s gift
polishing her table top
to its Maple heart

lawn sprinklers
drawing the magpies
to a rough-and-tumble

his tool shed
father’s weekends
out of the house

picnic Sun
in much too much skin
we red and tighten

just street lights
the tram changes
the types it carries

bird parts on the lawn
Laurel’s long heart’s
scream

no ripples mix here
the swans and I cross
our share of the lake

sail boat regatta
waiting at the end
of the race a calm

the window closed
there is a half moon
on the yard’s new leaves