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