Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Sprinkled ashes
out on the next wave
his wreath.

Foaming
her Friday nights soaked
into bath shampoos.

Stopping me
photographing the lorikeets
an Emperor moth’s arrival.

Meeting old friends
our coffee-cup talk
in and out of shadows.

River walk
thrashing to the middle
the dog finds his stick.

Street worker
each shadow reaching
just where she walks.

Bull-ant’s nest
a fallen fledgling
no mother comes to.

Passing storm
the rainbow pulled tight
between horizons.

Dentist
a cry too quickly muffled
behind the glass door.

Vegetable garden
itching with eggs
the white cabbage moth.