Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Pleasure boats

below the harbour tides

their bottoms in touch

Circus lights

seeping from her balloon

―Its tiny orange breaths‖

Sunset trees

a cabbage moth – almost – lost

in the gold of autumn leaves

Unopened

next to your letter

a butterfly on the table

Bush walk

my torch no longer

over father‘s back

Camp winds

the stillness of the stars

above our flapping tent

Closing time

letting the pretty bar-maid

pirate our change

Iced drinks

the clothes-line billows

of her little black dress

Zen garden

turn after turn silence

of the green water-wheel

Stone path

the gold autumn leaves

shoe shuffle deep