Opera House

I wrote this little poem while sketching the Sydney Opera House for my gift project in Australia.


walk by the Harbour
and watch sails, adrift
catching the sind, so
one behind the other
three, and then four
curved in foam
cream of the sea
shells from a fickle clam
agape to reveal their 
glistening moist

we are Venus, here
all soft curves
and hand over breast
pretending demure
while eyes dart
upwards to flirt
with the gods