Parked under a tree;
the bees on my bonnet seek
jacaranda blooms.
Hazy

Sunset’s all a blur,
the heavens are falling through:
sharp turns on a plane.
Fly in, fly out
Give way
Wonder

The leaning tower:
Adelaide’s summer wonder,
jacaranda blooms.

Sunset’s all a blur,
the heavens are falling through:
sharp turns on a plane.

The leaning tower:
Adelaide’s summer wonder,
jacaranda blooms.