Poem Category: Australian

each comb through her hair
collects grains
of the beach sand

just street lights
the tram changes
the types it carries

bird parts on the lawn–
Laurel’s long heart’s
scream

no ripples mix here
the swans and I cross
our share of the lake

sail boat regatta
waiting at the end
of the race a calm

the window closed
there is a half moon
on the yard’s new leaves

a late fish catch
my daughter and I
row for the dark shore

mountain lake and clouds
beside the mirror
my back-pack pillow

sitting by the sea
the earth’s huge moon
to the moon

Gum tree breezes
a river
shines the Sun