Poem Category: Australian

our campfire songs
Galaxies crowding
the whole summer lake

bright sunshine
around Dad’s old tin shed
never tidy

eagle’s eyrie
the mountain faced-up
for his inspection

a work colleague
her friendly touch
held mid-air

tasting green
the lily-pad pond
I wash my face in

dentist’s rooms
sets of perfect smiles
worn on the walls

a steam train passing
through the skin
of a school boy

I disappear…
the shadows move on
to the street lights

in moonlit sand dunes
our embrace
our business

holiday house
opening the front door
to someone’s rummage