Poem Category: Australian

lost apples
the scent of their ciders
fermenting the earth

in the wind
plastics making a dump
of autumn leaves

after the divorce—
my old dog wagging
needs a belly rub

a frog leaps
before the sound
the light of the water
Re: Basho’

her songs–
I don’t know from the bird
all her generations

somersault
my dream struggles
in a river

the grunts
my wood chopping bounced
from the tin shed

screeching…
the way thermals
raise an eagle

ice melt
a patch of river
jostles to move on

just visible
the breaths of Laurel
from the movie—home