Poem Category: Australian

Rock climbing
the click from the wings
of a dragonfly.

Bring us your driftwoods
tides, ebbs from those unknown lands
bring them all face down.

Unless he gives illusions
the street magician
has no charms.

The steel bucket
comes up the stone well
dancing.

Barbed wire
guarding those few
that sleep.

Cormorants
before us
diving below the lake.

The bamboo rake
rests against
a naked oak.

Lightning bolts …
along the freeway
so many tiny cars.

Our affair
coming out
in coffee lounges.

New moon
the crunch of a white frost
along country roads.