Poem Category: Australian

mangrove tide
a silent movie
surrounds the strutting heron

a beach stroll
the crab claws
just under foot

late afternoon
in the hole of a fallen eucalypt
her daughter

through the low country
magpies bathing
in pot holes of rain

blackberries
her lips speaking purple
across the table

snail bait
unable to defend
tonight’s strawberry dessert

starfish fingers
can only wag
at the gull’s attack

morning hello
the coffee foam
smiles on her lips

glasshouse
not timid with any tomatoes
for years now

paperbark tree
a roughhouse
to the ants’ way home