Thank you Jesus
thank you God...

Someone should tell
the red wattlebirds...

The sadness of self-destruction
that peaks like sand...

The back beaches
where fibro shacks...

That which falls
to...

We were
so young...

The leaves
of the trees...

We didn't have
the wherewithal...

My beautiful
butterfly...

The phenomena
wasn't...

I worked
in the heat...

Perhaps
I can only hope...