Knowledge, Forms, the Aviary

Karla Kelsey

A sample poem from the book

From “Flood/Fold: Aperture 3”

Halting into the mouth I thought

the image of the bird would sing but it wouldn't

though the mouth says I am content now with domestic things

the sound of the broom on the floor body moving

the way a woman's body has been seen moving

a simpler song and more sweet some would say when heard or read

as the birds wake and there is no reason for waking oneself

on a day like this beginning in curtain light and oranges.