bayside picnic
trying to favour
the one-legged gull

family reunion
memories of the way
it never was

old friends
a rustle of pea pods
against the fence

beach festival
a child pats the damp
in her castle wall

from the lookout
mountain after mountain . . .
ant on the gravel path

heat storm
the weight of his hand
almost touching mine

The secluded creek
of our childhood
still deep in places

summer ice
the shopkeeper
bangs his scoop

a flip-flop
in the middle of the street
the heat

starless night
I crush the emptiness
from a soda can