Poem Category: Australian

last bus home
moons in the puddles
overspilling.

Sudden stop – –
the wind withdraws
from tumbleweeds.

The stick returns
with the dog
with the river.

Full moon
in a line of sight
that the owl makes day.

The flame trees drip
and hour by hour
the street fog glows with headlights.

Icy frost
cracking the river edge
the horse’s hooves.

Dawn
rose red first
in the eye of an eagle.

Cold French fries
desperate to join any fight
the loudest gull.

Boy’s kite
climbing on the breezes
out of the park.

Latin music
drawn to the rhythm
on Laurel’s hips.