Rivers
I could hear their voices long before I knew what they meant (Wrong.)
boiling glue in corridors, goose feathers disinterred from snow
somehow still as white as butter. Apart from this, everything
opened like the prospect of a good mood, fish eggs easy
in the dark inundation. The wide berth is given. But is it?
No, No, No, No, No.
Louis Klee is an Australian writer. He grew up in the Australian Capital Territory on Ngunnawal land and is currently a student at Gonville & Caius College, Cambridge. His poems have won the Peter Porter Prize and been anthologised in Best Australian Poems.
