Poem Category: Australian

flap of winds
the scarecrow’s
faded coat

black hay-filled
scarecrow’s coat
in the tall corn winds

verandah–
my murder novel
in the windchimes

interstate railway
the same menus
we dine from

on any grass
I can hear
the frost break

on any frost
I can feel
the grass break

on any shore
I will find them
rock pools of moon

Gum trees
lightening the thoughts
I drive home in

Mum’s heat
drawing on life
to crack its egg

full moon
drawing the sea
to rock pools