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