Poem Category: Australian

Asking directions …
only the older workmen
in blue singlets speak. .

A jazz record–
the blues from the jacaranda
floats to the lawn.

In forest
a cat’s tail swishing
around the fog.

Sunset stretches
our shadows
caught underfoot.

Train doors spring open
the butterfly’s flutter in
finds me.

An owl hoots
hedging around shadows
the old tom cat.

Heat haze
a wire fence in the lake
of a mirage.

On our back yard snow
crows being
the other colour.

Interstate train …
the last thing from her
a hand covered smile.

Thunder passes
the willow weeps
into the river.