Poem Category: Australian

Fruit bats echo
the shapes of the figs
becoming ripe.

Fathomless drought
the farm rusts
in sunshine.

Red dragon wings
the boy’s birthday kite
in the park’s breeze.

On a first date
sliding into the car
his heart throb.

Liquor store
the heat wave
still in its walls.

Old bath tub
the growth spilling over
of strawberries.

Full moon …
only fruit bat squeaks
from the cave’s mouth.

Eucalypt
cicada shells drummed
by the autumn rain.

Quivering still
a clap of thunder
among the wildflowers.

Dim hallway
the grandfather clock
unwinds its chimes.