Alex McKeown


Strawberry Plant

she kneels
plants it
and waits

“this time…”

but in her mind
the other times
have grown
too big

the lie
this time
only makes
her sick



We cannot
leave gaps
,even the ones we need,
free free parking
cannot remain
simply free
for long
we’ll fill it in
with our remainders our debts
and anything else except
nothingness which
,perhaps, is too
of emptiness



Alex McKeown’s poems and translations have appeared in Right Hand Pointing, paper wasp, Windfall: Australian Haiku, The Society of Classical Poets and others. He lives in Hobart.