Poem Category: Australian

black hay-filled
scarecrow’s coat
in the tall corn winds

flaps of winds
the scarecrow’s
faded coat

being alone…
I don’t wave
the school children pass

fog
shaping the sounds
walked ahead

netting them
is as flirtatious
as butterfly wings

summer heat
the sunset shatters
the mirror at sea

lightning
ignites Laurel’s face
I speak to

midnight moon–
far out of town
the rail line–shining

boathouse–
two girls enter
the wall of fog

swishing flies
the Jersey
ends in an udder