Poem Category: Australian

beyond
any else beautiful
wildflowers in a breeze

the family salad
our bowl of fruits
out of their skins

the knowledge dried
in tulip-bulbs
the shed’s see-through rust

late for lectures
the more I miss out
to medicine

of the phone photos
I click and save
Laurel in our picnic

surgeon’s visit
I catch his eye’s meaning
at Mum’s bed side

up the dirt track
nothing past the scent
of a hot eucalypt breeze

when crows
begin crimes
pecking the eyes from lambs

I imagine writing
at this midnight lonesome desk
colours each haiku

a fire-side novel
the stabbing murder
released with the wind