roof completely winter
the patches of moulds
unwashed by the rain
Poem Category: Australian
2578
school vacation
as they re-fill their dives
into the river
2573
leaves in the wind
the thousand chases
around our school yard
2656
Frangipani night
a butterfly finds the scent
to my candle
2654
the heat of the night
feeling for each beach wave
just to lose it
2652
the moth’s
whole silent purpose
eggs to the forest
2651
rising from the sea
to see into it
the streaks of dawn
2650
in winter fogs
the creep of tram lights
being born
2649
autumn burning
the smoke of backyards
streets away
Poem 268
Wet Sunday …
parts of the newspaper
in every room.