Poetry
Spring 2008 Collection
‘My Son Turned One’
MY SON TURNED ONE
I once knew him
like a favourite book read in braille
every bulge and every lump
protruding…
‘north facing garden’
north facing garden
small pink gumboots tread the earth
pressing spring bulbs in
‘on the river bank’
a child yells
‘you’re all invited to my party!’
the ducks swim away

