2 Poems by Mark Mahemoff



An unsealed road

leads to the dam.


Six geese are using

one half as their home.


The other is choked

with lilies and duckweed.


A kangaroo stays vigilant

some distance from the house.


It’s a gaunt-faced sentinel,

voluntary and gentle.

So little is happening,

meaning packs each moment.


A steady downpour, a lowing cow

tyres on gravel fading towards town.





I walk past a homeless man,

his Pitbull pressed close,

and a dented paper cup

pleading for coins.


He’s becoming invisible.

Or my ethics are fading.

Either way today

he doesn’t get my change.


This moment amid

a multitude of cruelties

I inflict while rushing

to catch a morning train.

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