lone palm
lost
in ringwood
About this poem
From the train, I saw a palm with its head sticking up above suburbia, so lonely and out of place.
About Timothy Brown
Born in Shepparton and has lived in Melbourne, Gippsland, Yarra Ranges, Mornington Peninsula and the Solomon Islands. Studied ecology and education, worked in farms, cafés, schools and forests. Currently lives with wife, baby son, dog and friends in an old hills house, plays music, cuts lino, surfs, bakes bread, works, is happy, is melancholy, and writes haiku.
