Poem Category: Australian

lightning thumps and strikes
I don’t know what plans
makes This tree explode

bewildered by smoke
he wakes with a yell
to red crackling breaths

burning the future…
I search the house bones
nothing else to own

the hips thrust, spin, meet
in Latin rhythms
her dance floor Rumba

buried with flowers
in the caw of crows
his weight of her loss

face touching spider
what cold fears this thing
bars the way through trees

unfolding sunlight
a patch of the lake
leaps out with salmon

spider suddenly
stirs and is bounding
to the blue fly’s fight

lancing the forest
spring sun glints a wren
and a wren mating

panicked to running
the rabbit’s lungs… burn
just ahead of dogs