Poem Category: Australian

In the last train
following
the storm home.

The birding cat
that stone I just threw
which one did it hit.

Single mother
still finding courage
in the new town.

A moray eel’s cave …
in circles with itself
while we swim past.

Beach pavilion
an Emperor moth and I
outwaiting the storm.

Nylon dress
her hisses at lunch
reaching across the table.

Reaching the full moon
the nearly straight fence
of barbed wire.

Moonlight
looking into the Gum tree
for the owl’s hoot.

How furiously
the tiger moth entangles
the circle of silk.

Probing novelties
from the mud bay shallows
the old men Ibis.