Poem Category: Australian

our heads down
the whoosh of a crow
here and gone

old girl next door
her plastic rake broken
among the Autumn leaves

this leaning road
to a distant valley
in the breath of trees and home

counting to myself
under our sun creams–
the freckles at Laurel’s nose

the pen-pal posted…
those deeper thoughts
I wanted to write

chicken gizzards
thrown to the others
as a dark treat

treading water
a Pike plucks bugs
from the tree shades

shaped by the river
not feeling it pass–
a trout in sunlight

origami class
shaping my thoughts
to the quietness it brings

slap of the sails
a whale’s eye
moves near.