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
/
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
Echidna Tracks 