first stars
a bat’s wing brushes
my face

hot morning
the glitter of traffic
on the harbour bridge

Crowded wharf café
old fishermen comparing
night crawlers

land’s end
a seal returns
the dog’s bark

banana leaf
our small talk
in the rain

summer cottage
the nails
mother straightened

beach closed —
a slow walk on the pier
with seagulls

ferry dock
sunlight bounces
from wave to wave

stifling heat —
vultures teeter beneath
monsoon clouds

afternoon breeze
no one understands what
the parrot sings