A Porch in Redcliffe by Wendy Beach c.2014
a ghost gum snaps – its branch falls,
departed, as he illuminates a crack pipe
made from a carefully broken porch light,
the smoulder fills the vacuous hollow.
undulated leaves and strewn seed-pods
rustle beyond the tatty Jarrah decking,
itinerant, like shrill scented smoke,
while fledgling hands dangle limply.