
Promising the world
alien lands on our earth—
silent farm: windmills

Promising the world
alien lands on our earth—
silent farm: windmills

A single rose blooms
protected by leaves around
no friends to play with

Joy of theatre
worth sitting on the floor for—
mum’s errands can wait.

Grinning at the sun,
slicing through the horizon—
a kangaroo hops.

Our bundle of joy—
drooling all over the bed,
marks territory.