Mary Kaye's Book

Mary Kaye’s Book



A suggestion of
Asian birds
Pooled on the page
One wheels
Overhead
Wooden warning
Of land nearby
In his beak
Another turns
Torn between landing
And going on
A third thrusts
His head through the surface
In the children’s corner
Where sun’s rays should be
Splayed
Pictographs offer
Measured comment
The birds cannot read them
Neither can I
Across the pond
Turtle’s eyes
Float
Viscid
Vicious
A lunge in light
One bird less as
Something like a simile
Breaks upon the water