Wednesday, April 9, 2014


In the town where
no-one was a stranger
when one came
they stood out.
A specimen to be examined,
described, named, labelled.
Approached only after thorough inspection
of stance, clothes actions.
Became the conversation starter for the day -
" Did you see that stranger
at the shop?
In torn jeans,
red shirt.
Looked as if he was living in his car.
Leaned on the counter.
Bought a pie and Coke,
paid with a $20 note.
No shoes.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

As I listen for silence

I hear leaves ride the breeze
water hit stone
the tick tick clock
a machine clunk around
two doors down
a chive flower open
splittery splash of bird bath-time
new growth push through air
every hair rise on my cool skin.