Poem 321

Between breaths
it came swooping from rain clouds
a wedge-tail eagle.

Poem 305

I , an eagle …
heaving out to
the surface of air.

Poem 289

Mushroom search
the shapes of trees dripping
whitened by fog.

Poem 273

Interstate bus
an aunt chatting family
to strangers.

Poem 257

Full udder …
scratching her day’s itch
on the old barn door.

Poem 241

Cicada in the tree
becoming more like us
the child listens.

Poem 225

Fig trees
the night’s thunder shaking
some fruit bats out.

Poem 209

Nursing home
mistake after mistake
their faded tattoos.

Poem 193

Tourist resort
choosing our memories
from the post-card rack.

Poem 177

Tool shed door
so many wood shavings
gathered by the wind.