blended perfumes
in the morning Metro
rush hour
Subhashini Jayatilake
ice in the birdbath dripping morning light
Mark Miller
crowded tram
I focus on my bit
of sky
Owen Bullock
raindrops pleating winter days
Gwen Bitti
winter blue the horizon throws a fleece
Mira Walker
purple streets jacaranda carpet
Ron Chato
plate leftovers
no longer set aside
no tail-wag-stare
Ron Chato
starlings at dusk
in the palm trees . . .
happy hour
Michael Thorley
fruit platter and Barossa red still life
phil saunders
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the usual dogs barking
at their loneliness
John Low
neighbours
rumbling in the dark
bin night
Jahan Tyson
strutting around
the mall entrance
pigeons and teens
Maurice Nevile
drizzling rain on the hospital steps the girl with the teardrop tattoo
Mark Miller
the labyrinth
at the children’s hospital—
life’s twists and turns
Sheila Sondik
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Jennifer Sutherland
her entrance fragrance of jasmine
Subhashini Jayatilake
flickering sunshine . . .
a sparrow glides through
the café’s door
Lynette Arden
spring morning
a fork-tailed swift
river dipping
Jo McInerney
bonsai house—
drawing the paperback
in thin strokes
Alison Rogers
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