light slowly

crosses the stream

the wallaby leaves

 

wind sends

the forest flailing

ocean sound

 

 

fire reveals

the old berry farm

corrugated forest

 

 

clanging not singing

on the night balcony

wind chimes

 

getting the lip balm

left on the table

panties from the guestroom

 

creeping into bed

she wakes

she sighs

 

below the curtain

hiding the stars

half on his mat

 

 

bay before night

waves lap lone footsteps

behind us

 

pancalac creek

waiting for waves

to open the inlet

 

cold and still

construction tape shivers

betray the breeze

 

mad bright world

in the roof tonight

     - down lights

 

 

stilled on the path

so tall so young

these mountain ash

 

 

life

in the snap trap

leaving…

 

 

dancing above

stand-still traffic

   the exhaust cap

 

sleeping house-

water in whisky

by the heater