winter dawn
the unceasing screech
of a hawk
ebb tide
the jellyfish steals
the moonbeams
summer twilight
the old man next door
breaks into song
neap tide
a cormorant skims past
heading to sunrise
heat wave
the cat’s fur ruffled
by a fan
wedding party
toasting he recalls how
we met
sitting on a park bench
both let down by our lovers
overgrown
with banksia rose
encircled by silver birch
the house of my dreams
still homeless, I look on