Poem Category: Australian

Old snake skin
in last year’s rings
along the track.

Interstate station
the train’s steam embracing
their hurried kiss.

Out and out
of the cave’s mouth
screams of the fruit bats.

Barbed wire fence
kangaroo skins
cleaned by crows.

Darkness and devils
my head bowed under
these shrieking bats.

Leaving its shadow
the mouse taken
by a hawk.

Home from the heat
high heels kicked
into the corner.

The river forks …
pondering a while
in our picnic canoe.

Sketched
before corruption
the fruit bowl’s apple.

Heaven high
veering left from the sun
the return of geese.