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watercolor on paper, October, 2010
Painted on the boat:
Blue circles, lines, and
Contours to reflect
The journey,
The opening of space
That the prow,
Cutting gently,
Seeks and sublimates
*
The sky was a sea
For birds and remembrance
In high September
So many strange colors:
Pines and maples and oaks and
Hemlocks; the sharp and
Piercing red
Of berries on mountain ash.
He had brought corn and
Salt, a small flask of
Trader’s whiskey;
Flint and bacon grease,
Line, weight, bait….
*
River, you have
Brought me here, he
Said,
Then smiled and shivered.
Stars rose like
everything must
Now October
Shimmered
On the skin of these waters.
-Kevin Macneil Brown