a
thunderclap
our dog takes his mat
under my bed
a
Beverley George
a
/
crumbling ant nest
a wide-eyed youngster tells me
he saw a walking leaf
a
Beverley George
a
lockdown —
each dusk a coo-ee reassures
don’t worry we are here
Beverley George
driveway vigils —
a nine-year-old blows trumpet
to herald Anzac dawn
Beverley George
crossword on the train
the silent stranger next to me
checking my answers
Beverley George
windless sunny day
I recover the lost art
of doing nothing
Beverley George
