shower block
bogong moths bathe
in the night light
Lorraine Haig
sunlight
through lace curtains . . .
the holes in my story
Lorraine Haig
dawn stars
the scent of bacon
from a roadhouse
Lorraine Haig
sunflowers
her smile warming me
on a cold street
Lorraine Haig
rent rise
a murmuration of starlings
in an autumn sky
Lorraine Haig
midday heat . . .
horizon to horizon
the iron ore train
Lorraine Haig
Echidna Tracks 