Cooinoo

springtime air
drowns with sadness
my old home

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August Down South

Cold’s little hands
invading interstices
insidiously

East Point

monsoon looms
across the muddy bay

January

sinuous sighs
of stormbreath
encircle the night

Song

lone bird
trills the dawn
lightly

At the Beach

fortress
of gritty sand
impenetrable
in its moment

Florence Falls

stereophonic thunderclaps
envelope
the sodden tent

Worth Abbey

cavernous silence
memories of celebration
unfinish

25.1C

airconditioner’s
incomprehensible growl
in the cool morning

South Wharf

shimmering rainbow
splashes of cityscape
on the brown river