Poem Category: Australian

summer twilight
what perfumed sprays
are the hosed roses

another couple
slow to pass
our frangipanis

post box
re-reading
the pen-pal letter

midnight snack
job interview clothes
over the chair

spring showers
the whole street of bottle-brush
drips drips drips

and before breath, dead
the ewe bleats for her un-young
then returns to graze

one o’clock snack
in the fridge light
in the heat

moonlight
the vanished owl
an after-image

falls and rustle
the backyard struggles
with autumn

frangipani street
under my nose
under my feet