the ashes scattered –
a shoal of fingerlings
flees from my shadow

 

Lorin Ford

 

 

 

Moomba wattlebird
before the RAAF stunt flight
. . . after it

 

Lorin Ford

 

 

 

for three nights
the one cicada’s shrill –
waning moon

 

Lorin Ford

 

 

 

fading sunset –
foreshore banksia trees
hold up their candles

 

Lorin Ford

 

 

 

dust storm
a mob of feral camels
blending in

 

               Lorin Ford

 

 

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