Poem Category: Australian

God knows yet
a sheep trapped
crows will eat its eyes out

peach and cream pie
grandma
across the table

grandfather’s clock
chiming at
our fingers in ears

no beach signs
moon swimming
in the nude

curled on my hand
a butterfly flitting
in this plump green grub

spring in the forest
by what designs
do tree rings grow

a morning chorus
across the street
the park’s early birds

magpies
calls in the morning
for choir practice

old folks home
phoning an up-date
of my troubled girl

midnight swim
I care little
who I care about