Poem Category: Australian

a road rage
the child from the back seat
calling out

with its peach skins in
grandma’s jam
bubbling on the stove

in the park’s rustling leaves
my dogs and I…
and love

autumn leaves rustle
the feel of old shoes
loose at the laces

of course they honk
the geese from out of the blue
glide into mirrors

flying off
the crow is an after-image
where we stared at each other

afternoon shadows
a peach tree
flavours the breeze

star by star
the sweet tot points out
the loves that made her

holding the lightning
at light speed
the dark lake