living elderly–
the honey jar spreading
sunlight on toast

First light
smelling a pursuit
the stallion turns to fear.

Grandmother’s chair
her knitting needles clack
into the night.

refilling the radiator
kangaroos hop past–
one stares… as if such a thing!

Closing time
letting the pretty bar-maid
pirate our change.

Beside the sundial
my arm under Laurel
cramped with sleep.

Rain whispers
the tin coloured lake
surrounds our canoe.

stone well
the bucket on the ledge
spills in the rain.

old horse barn
the strapper
sniffs a sunbeam

Rain all day
nothing for her
but the romance novel.

No answer …
on the glass table
the long chain on her house key.

Red silk kimono
still shimmering light
in her mirror.