Poem Category: Australian

what settles us down
sweet sixteen daughter
turning the porch light off

low hung fruit
feeling their weights
for our apple pie

the sunset rushing
I cannot paint
what still remains

underground trains
the airs’ to and fro
around their blouses

a humming bird hovers
her stamina
each sip brings

swinging us out
and into the river
the lean of the eucalypt

her greetings
fly out to the car
home for Easter

night class
planning each small snip
of the bonsai

a leg bone knitting…
an afternoon nap
takes up time

so quietly it floats
the lemon Gum that lent
to the river