Poem Category: Australian

slow hammock swings
a summer air
ruffles the cat

dry lightning
the horses
bolt from fear

the moon lights
my skinny dip…
our way years ago

patio lunch
some boysenberries
purple our lips

whispering your name
in the hay loft
a cigarette flares.

all night poker …
for his drive home
street lights in drizzle

chopping winter wood
a butterfly
stops my axe

picnic with Laurel
our hands stop reaching
for the same small cake

summer-sweet salads
out of father’s garden
our sliced tomatoes

the peach trees sweeten
in the far dripping fog
the shapes of silence