Poem Category: Australian

Zen garden
on the un-coiled hose
the dew…beads

end of day
the hawk’s wings
folding up

verandah
all at once
grandma’s rocker in the wind

laughter…
most hands quickly cover
their poker cards

shrinking village
not a Saturday night
where the singles dance

from the forest…
with a new straight cane
to walk home

summer vacation
I walk daily
in the fragrance of Jasmines

a horse crossing–
the pebbles after
in the river

horse crossing
the river shifts
on its pebbles

stepping in
the stream should feel
alive with pebbles