from The Walk
by the wisteria that hangs in bunches
over the arches of the lawn
and the rhododendrons that sprout pocket-like
from daisy branches in the ground,
the marigold punches death-wings
and litters its bowels into ground.
by the rivulets that run in pinches
and the clay-baked fish
too parched to swim
Australia is dead, and gold:
the waste was undersold.
by the bottlebrush that hangs in trumpets
over the gaze of a gardener,
rebirth is dug by age;
he wanders in the marigold,
where flowers sowed with sage.