lost apples
the scent of their ciders
fermenting the earth
Poem Category: Australian
3438
in the wind
plastics making a dump
of autumn leaves
3437
after the divorce
— my old dog wagging
needs a belly rub
3436
a frog leaps
before the sound
the light of the water. Re:Basho’
3435
her songs–
I don’t know from the bird
all her generations
3434
sunrise
in a dream
I keep open
3433
the grunts
my wood chopping bounced
from the tin shed
3431
screeching …
the way thermals
raise an eagle
3430
in the river
I don’t trust
how fast
3427
just visible
the breaths of Laurel
from the movie…home