Poem Category: Australian

in the corn
I can’t say
who rides through

abandoned farm
the windmill
turning rust

mantelpiece
all one time
the hour glass

rain forest
greening the face
a child sees through

leaving for work
the sunrise’s
golden leaves

fruit salad lunch
an orange peeled
spray of blindness

the moon–
desires to caress
Laurel’s back

nursing home
I can’t find out
who cleans Father

in headlights–
crossing a bridge
Pines only above the fog

I reach out
the frog leaps to
the hole in water
Re: Basho’