Poem Category: Australian

harvest town
early breakfasts for us
have a purpose

demolition
a bob-cat still in the bedroom
this morning

night breeze
a sunflower sweeps
against the brick wall

the moon-rise snakes
in slow curves
of the river

sundown ahead
turning the wind
to black

mountain eagle
I am the ears
who hears it cry

sunflower
a little breeze
in its wave

eagle’s feet
the one hooked
prey

at dawn
the sing-songs raspy
of the crow’s voice

new wallet
the daughter’s photo
needing teeth