“the haiku poet …”

the haiku poet
broad feet
in delicate shoes

small white feather
facing the stratus sky
a beggar’s hand

spring in the Cultural Centre
lavender tangles
with banksia

in the city
no-one notices
the ten-metre wall

a spring seedling
three tiny leaves meet
an enormous shoe

wind blows out my candle
but not the one
on the banksia bush

at last a bird
comes close enough
to write about

From The emptied bridge
First published in Poetry Pacific, April 2016