A collection of short poems

Crunch of gravel under the wheels on the neighbor’s driveway
Shifting, sliding, slipping steadily
Spread in random showers
A true Zen stone garden.

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Grey clouds on the range
Humidity pressing on your shoulders
Like the cares of the world

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Sitting on my veranda
I hear the birds in the Jacaranda
I hear the heavy rush of wheels on the main road
I know which I prefer

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The road lies dormant at night
A sleeping beast dreaming dark dreams
Bitter burning on the tongue that flickers out to taste.


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When I was at school
My father with razor bladed cutting tool
Carved into the blunt end of my pencils
Baring raw wood
On which he would write my name
Thief proof
Sometimes people are marked in much the same way.

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Here in the hinterland
Hope grows slowly
A precious seed