Tanka by Jack Prewitt

 

 

 

summer migration--
the bogong moth fixated
on your window
waits with me
for your light to go out

 

 

an unlabled tin

rolls from Soups to Veges

I hide it
from the shop staff...
under a cabbage



in my window:
a waning moon snared
in banksia limbs
I search for you
in tangled sheets



late spring
seedlings you planted
grow invasively
already you plan
next year's garden