Poem Category: Australian

in the rain
I should not point out
the weeds she left

ghost town
a white horse
as we drive out

twin lakes
a duck dives in
the light of water
Re: Basho’

wet weekend
the cicadas
hold back their cries

cake forks down–
our Grand-aunt
contradicts our Mother

road trip
the Southern Cross
all our way home

dazzling
the trams in light–
the midnight rain

sun danced
in the river
the stones we used to cross

how visibly
is Laurel changed
out of the waterfall

cutting herbs
I find I am back
to Mother’s meals