Poem Category: Australian

summer roasts on—
longing
a minute if rain

cave mouth–
an eagle cries in
the lift from mountains

first summer storm
so affirming
I merely stroll home

turning
the boathouse key
on a wet weekend

on the wettest weekend
magpies full of songs
to wake me

Mum next serves
plates full of
apple pie on cream

lazy midday
all the river is
rests on its shadows

dance class tonight…
my thoughts all month
of more under-arm spray

the rush inside the storm
—only this motel door
to look out

such is wind
the burnt Pine
leans