
All over the land,
gaping wounds and bleeding hearts—
cut trees; paper cuts.

All over the land,
gaping wounds and bleeding hearts—
cut trees; paper cuts.

Lighting my pathway,
brilliant full moon above;
street lamp, just in case.

The leaning tower
of South Australian suburbs:
ancient eucalypt.

Wind scattering clouds,
like dancing stick figurines—
bony-limbed old tree.