dust flows

floats in the stage light;

trumpet spit falls

line of white 

clouds from the sun

dissipate

piling      tumbling

around the house tonight

voice of crickets

seated

homeless under old trees

feeding ducks

planting finished

now i understand the joy

rain on the roof

waiting...

a still eucalypt moves

in the water

why so empty?
in the grass in the garden
insects bustle

off the road
into the river
someone pisses

leaves all aglow
dapple grass and thought
binded by wind

spring reading
with mosquitoes in the shade;
the dog rests

dog stares hopefully
unoticed at the door;
we talk till late

bathroom full

of arguments;

my mistake

cool spring night

dreaming-

of cancer in the neck

as we fight

at the lights - 

galahs on the wire

street light light

held tight

morning fog

i dreamt

sardine sandwiches

for everybody

came to visit -

sun and bird song

push through closed curtains

fog loiters

over the wetland

till lunch time

fog filled valley

fog filled head

vivid sky aloft

arresting the city

the forest..

the moon tonight

a fallow field

as yesterday

the kite hovers

pleasantly surpassing

my expectation-

this sardine sandwich

over the dew

this winter -

the fox bolts

this country stroll

on and on

until it ends

still pools

in the rocks - rounded stones

                         in my pocket

as i wait

trains come and go

until i go

smoke from

tobacco fires

mingle on the roof