palette of blues . . .
hues change with every wave
and ebbing ripple
Beverley George
naming stars
only those grandpa taught me
when I was five or six
Beverley George
black birds thread
through a tree canopy . . .
patching blue sky
Beverley George
kids’ wooden rainbow—
two lorikeets plummet
to check it out
Beverley George
a
thunderclap
our dog takes his mat
under my bed
a
Beverley George
a
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crumbling ant nest
a wide-eyed youngster tells me
he saw a walking leaf
a
Beverley George
a
Echidna Tracks 