Lights in Dry Nights

I am stunned
by a spider's
fixed stare.
The full moon,
an orange glow,
rises in another
swallow-settled evening,
of noisy scuffles in
dry leafy mulch,
decayed from days,
months, years
of drought. `Roos
are dying. Without
water we shall all die.
Red hens leap
Lauren Jackson style.
Lift up, stretch tall for
dangling fat black mulberries.
Juices keep them alive.
Spinebills sink into
honey'd banksias.
I keep my cup ready
to catch liquids,
whatever there is.


first published in flashquake fall 2005

There Is Nothing Lovelier

There is nothing lovelier
Than walking in a park

And when you are
No longer present

The trees are there
Their leaves still sing

And I pretend
You hear.

There is nothing lovelier
Than gazing up to the moon -

When waxing on
She shines on me

And I pretend
You see.

There is nothing lovelier
Than waking up in bed

Embraced by welcome body warmth
Soft touches of your lips -

The moon and stars together meld
Make heaven in my heart

And I pretend
My dream's come true

For there is nothing lovelier
Than the you
That is You


first published 2003