Clare Valley, South Australia

Blenheim morning
magpies territorial battle cries
swallows whistle in the hunt
plump thump of roof dew in downpipes
galahs! galahs galahs!
blue winged parrots argue in squeaky toy voices
distant dogs make no entry statements
suspended water spheres flash blue/green/red/orange
light cipher from the lawn
tall gums rattle leather leaves
leaf free mulberry a grey scribble
wattle birds misbehave
feathers graze air in aerial dog fights
crows deliver caw caw messages to far off relations
where are you bleat of lambs
over here response of ewes
smash of blue sky against green curved horizon
wood smoke scented air
breeze shivers in the agapanthus
moss settles the slate stairs
climbing native and windmill embrace
rose covered brick dunny
sunlight shafts the wood shed
curved stairs beckon beneath the pepper tree
lead to a military march of ants
along the signed back gate
BLENHEIM.

Beachside Kiosk, Semaphore South

Ham, cheese onion toasted on brown and a weak latte.
"Weak! Weak! There is nothing weak about you Coral."
(A friend of mine who does not know the Truth.)
At the beachside,
"Here's -Your - Sandwich - Love" kiosk,
Semaphore South.
Raw onion is an angry Danny Green in my empty stomach.
Worst sandwich ever. But $4.50. Instant friendly service. Complaint - petty.
Coffee is half latte and half foam. It is not weak.
I go for more milk. The man fills my mug.
"That looks good. I love you now."
I tell him.
Coffee is bitter! Bitter! Bitter!
The other patrons, (should that be matrons), two women talk.
Surf boards in the family room. Territorial dispute.
Garage! Garage! Put it in the garage!
The sandhill is pock marked with footsteps.
Clouds? Yeah, there are clouds.
Isolepis Nodosa do it for me in the wind.
Kids balance in the playground.
DOGS ARE PROHIBITED IN THIS AREA.
A man and his sixties pony tail remnant
brings his Mum.
She holds her cardi against the wind.
They came for ice-cream. The choice is hard.