Poem Category: Australian

magpies
lighten the moods
I wake from

in these stones
I cannot find
the grains rain can

passing–
the lime bikini blonde
drips some surf on me

peeling an orange
the tears his jealousy
sprays

from home
to a lover’s touch
your car beside mine

my smart phone
when wet and naked
stops

within the hailstones
dents
on another pond

leaving
the morning shower
cold

private
I steam open her letter
in an un-known hand

out of pain
he views the surgery
from above