bay sunset
I take my seat
among orange seagulls
Lorin Ford
high country
a row of utes
outside the pub
Louise Hopewell
a hundred miles
of dusty corrugate
Saturday rugby
Kent Robinson
sculpture garden
the venerable form
of an old fig
Quendryth Young
on another rock
a heron
its back to the wind
Peter Macrow
salt air
flotsam flows out
with the tide
Quendryth Young
Echidna Tracks 