Poem Category: Australian

thunder at night
the lightning in Laurel’s eyes
before she lost it

lonesome Tuesday
I walk down to watch
the river’s porpoise

long drought
the farm’s debt
in our marriage

fox at the treeline
rushing to nail
the hen-house door

grandma’s lunch
we pull up chairs
for the late ones too

raked campfire
a little
of our Galaxy

dancing flames
the kettle whistles
in our rushed breakfast

neighbour’s rumour
of a wife left
school bells ringing

intercity bus
stops and exits
our neighbour

just dusk
the stars between
space and time