Deep inspection

Those rifts in our roots
where a shattered soul bleeds through
keep our dreams grounded


Scarred, marred, and thorny
relationships; cast aside,
felled trees on sidewalks.


Winter morning in Canberra
Winter morning in Canberra

Wintry sun, the son,
radiating defiance,
against trees, parents.


Autumn trees, Canberra
Autumn trees, Canberra

Greying in stages,
varying shapes and sizes—
trees, our grandmothers.


Father introduces us to his boss—his third son first, first second, and me last. Middle-class parents fixated on grades, I’d tell the adoption agent twenty years later.

Day 29 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: fixated.