The deer in the bush

The deer in the bush
also eat magic mushrooms
as should animals

Her snort when she laughs

Her snort when she laughs
speaks of unselfconsciousness
holding her own space

Dream another's dream

Dream another's dream
waking on another's bed
disoriented

In golden light beams

In golden light beams
reflecting on the low clouds
slivers of sunset

Sparkling on grey clouds

Sparkling on grey clouds
shifting patterns in the sky
flocks of white birds fly

Like The Hulk's ripped clothes

Like The Hulk's ripped clothes
bark hanging off in ribbons
smooth gum tree branches

When the sky is clear

When the sky is clear
you can see the stars at night
then you feel humbled

Playing on the drums

Playing on the drums
hitting along to a tune
tears stream down my face

In death as in life

In death as in life
standing out under blue sky
absorbing sunlight

Each clump a story

Each clump a story
hair on the barber shop floor
all swept together

Their crisp outlines shine

Their crisp outlines shine
speckled with solid water
as air and time freeze

Midnight is not dark

Midnight is not dark
light travels across my yard
night is polluted

It looks like a bunch

It looks like a bunch
mugwort leaves tied together
to make a smudge stick

Eating on nettle

Eating on nettle
the hungry caterpillar
before getting flicked

Only humans see

Only humans see
a boundary to the yard
for birds it's a perch

The frost on the leaves

The frost on the leaves
gives the eye a sense of touch
outlining contours

Awoke from a dream

Awoke from a dream
attempting to cook a meal
knowing it would fail