Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Garden breeze
shadows start stirring
around the toddler.

Too far to reach
my son’s loose shoe laces
in the escalator’s teeth.

Her front step swept
recycling themselves
the crushed brown ants.

Back from school
me following me into
our shabby house.

Last puppy sold
their birth blankets burning
one by one.

Tension between us
listening if her dreams
may set loose a name.

Grandmother’s gift
the brooch clasp
losing its gold.

Full moon
crooning to the cattle
their favourite old tunes.

Spring winds
finding odd tunes to play
over the barbed wire fences.

The fig tree is
a tethered brumby
the storm gathers.