Poem Category: Australian

I’m home
on the wood bridge
snow flakes find my nose

crowded
we leave the city
for the night sky

beneath the vast stars
I think therefore I must
see them all die out

feathered morning lawn
I bring in
the house cat

a moonless torchlight
I spit out an oath
when the owl calls who

foot falls
my sounds follow
walking on the moon

wild as an ocean
tickled after the storm
the dove nest still there

home from grandma’s
our bag of freestones
in fleshy yellow peach

our chance meeting
watching a flame
talk about us

sand dunes
his and her office clothes
left behind