Poem Category: Australian

bus stop shade
the old man flings
his apple core out.

out of silence
magpies sing to dawn
of their cracking eggs.

open window
the tracks of my jazz vinyl
in the wildflower scent.

driving without haste
the shapes of a scarecrow
alone in the fog.

winter breaths
on the bird-bath ice
pecks of a magpie.

First gin and tonic – –
after some rain
the chorus among magpies.

Breathless heat
the night hangs
in the scent of jasmine.

Mountain frost
dribbling from both our noses
the sniffles.

Her one-eyed doll
avoiding its stare
the neighbour’s cat.

Into dusk
the hitchhiker turns
his collars up.