Wandering, drifting;
But really--
Picking at the hem,
Pulling threads of
Bare color
(Bold, muted)
Letting structure come
Undone
Living now in space
Between
Flowing downstream
Fluttering in rustfall
Of autumn leaves:
These branches now
Vibrating stillness,
Bare to blue sky.
Poem and paintings by
Kevin Macneil Brown
fall 2021
