
Dancing to sunrise,
grooves to birdsong in the breeze—
lemon-scented gum.

Dancing to sunrise,
grooves to birdsong in the breeze—
lemon-scented gum.

Low-lying branches
framing pre-dawn horizon
natural portraits

Echoes of laughter,
the city is hungover;
Sunday morning stroll.

You’d think the earth’s fine,
carpeted in greenery;
she’s shaking inside.