11 February 2011
That boat you see, tourist in this land of travellers,
claims it once brought clay urns to Pithacusæ,
to store wine and grain, and sometimes babies, stillborn,
slipped into those cold second wombs by silent husbands…
28 May 2011
Beneath
lizard bellies of planes…
11 February 2011
I might have met you there, windows for our back-drop,
a blood-orange sun, a burning sea, and me…
11 May 2011
Tap, tap, tapping
I wait
between bed and chair…
![Silver City Highway [For Katherine Green]](/perch/resources/cimg2017-w300h200.jpg)
08 November 2011
Next day a night of flooding keeps us from Tero Creek,
driving us instead to Menindee, to charcoal trees
breaking the skins of silvered milk lakes, to roo bones
buried beneath bracelets of pale gold Paddy melons.
22 November 2011
Dusted by afternoon light, it swooped down,
so close I might have touched its pale belly
22 November 2011
Groom feathers breeze-shifting and mouse-stained.
Learn the songs winds sing between hills.
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