Beverly A. Tift

Australia Dreaming

In the late afternoon light, I pour out crystal beads that were stored in an old film canister and stare into that empty space to see the rising fog that reveals 'The Twelve Apostles', the blue eucalyptus haze ghosting the Dandenong Ranges, the American penny placed by an impossibly small Koori rock well . . . and I trace again with my fingertip, the Southern Cross . . .

snow day
a scatter of sugar
by the teacup