Use it or lose it

The white golf ball on the bed of dove shells
beside the periwinkle in the abalone shell
that taken together form the paperweight
that stops my receipts from blowing away
while into a spreadsheet I transfer expenses
for months then a year nags at my muse
to from out of the shells and one golf ball
write something that reads universal.

By now I’ve decided it’s hopeless, but then
I’m hanging my clothes on the line and a crow
swoops in and pinches the golf ball!

Night like an empire falls

 

Plushes Bend of Murray River at civil twilight

Plushes Bend of Murray River at civil twilight

 

Night like an empire falls

to the civil reflection

of one twilight pelican

dreamily shadow ghost rafting.

 

The spirit that once held me up,

my love, remote tears of whisky

seen through a series of still frames

on pixels of wine glass penumbras.

 

The wind slips in whispers

that ripple the river,

and the last morning after

the night before raindrops

cool, calm and collectedly

bead leaves of lilies,

belying what we know already:

 

The strains in relief

around all of those lily leaves

bear the same burden

all rain beads are found under.

 

Water lilies at Plushes Bend of Murray River

Water lilies at Plushes Bend of Murray River


Slowly cleaned alive

The frogs are calling—little clouds of steam
are visible around the solar lamps
that dot the garden by the swimming pool;
the pristine smell of eucalyptus damp
with sunscreen lotion, Aerogard and chlorine.

Little clouds of steam—the frogs are calling
across the family friendly tourist park
from hidey-holes around the swimming pool,
clueless that the garden has them marked
for death by slow approach to squeaky clean.