A worm
wriggles out
onto the footpath
you wave it away
with your wide-brimmed hat
“wrong way”
you say,”
wrong way”
but as you
bend down
it is as still
as a strand of spaghetti
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A worm by Michael Buckingham Gray
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Leaf Litter by Michael Buckingham Gray
Leave a commentI crunch on a leaf
that spiralled from a tree
that somersaulted down the street
that slept in a doorway
that heard the honks of traffic
that was swept away by a shopkeeper
that was picked up by a woman in a wheelchair
that was passed to a young man with pimples
that he dropped
at my feet
Leaf Litter by Michael Buckingham Gray
Photo of leaf. Taken by Michael Buckingham Gray
winter by Michael Buckingham Gray
Leave a commentis written
on the calendar.
but then I walk
past my daughter’s
old school,
knees clicking.
poking its head
out of the soil
is a paper daisy, saying,
spring,
spring has sprung.
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Pigeon by Michael Buckingham Gray
Leave a commentafter lunch
in the lull of mid-afternoon
you start cooing…
and
lure me
from the sunlight
into the shadows
into the shadows
of sleep
come spring by Michael Buckingham Gray
Leave a commenti pluck weeds
by a white wall
come spring
i move the mower
over a mountain of green
come spring
i brush the rough
old deck clean
come spring
i look up at
all the weeds
growing in the gutter
In response to prompt Spring Has Sprung
Two new poems from Michael Buckingham Gray
Leave a commentblack puddle
blower vac
by the bowser
at the petrol station
slick on the surface –
all the water
in the world
unable to wash
it out
droning
driving
black dirt
out onto the road
in front of a white
truck
carrying a load
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