This is my first published poem. It came out last year in the second edition of New Square.

I watched a white feather

ride the wind down and hover
a while before surfing
the breeze to the garden fence,
then passing through, rise above
plants, bricks, plastic bags,
a shopping trolley filled with
dirt. And I, finding beauty in this,
crushed my spent cigarette underfoot
composing this celebration.

Below is some of what I now think of as my student work.