Poem Category: Australian

surgeon’s visit
I catch his eye’s meaning
at Mum’s bed-side

up the dirt track
nothing past the scent
of a hot eucalypt breeze

when crows
begin crimes
pecking the eyes from lambs

sunrise just now
each new sound
adds eyes to a movement

I imagine writing colours each haiku

a flower’s shadow
drawing back from the bee
in the wind

God knows yet
a sheep trapped
crows will eat its eyes out

peach and cream pie
grandma
across the table

bees
changing buds
for the future

no beach signs
moon swimming
in the nude