Poem Category: Miscellaneous

The apes chase, flea search
beg for nuts in the long game
to please behind bars.

Home renovations
my husband discovering
another woman’s letters.

Summer drought
washing the taste of ant
from the copper saucepans.

Sunday afternoon
suckling quietly
into her babe.

Home alone
gluing mother’s vase
he says a little prayer.

Taxi horn
in a moment she’ll turn
in the hall to leave.

Sudden storm
a tumble of rose leaves
down the crushed-brick path.

Interstate bus
milk for her babe
back behind her blouse.

Ocean road highway
stretched to the horizon
the long scent of summer.

Icicles drip
but the verandah
is bathed in a cold moon.