Remembering a Woman Who Died 30 Years Ago
Am I the last to find out
how she made leaves
take on a cloak of paint
masquerading fact for impression?
The simple movement
light up and down
being there no matter what
while trees stand
witnessing silence.
Live long as a tree
you know absence is solid
and liquid.
Should you ask
green was her favorite color.
Kit Kennedy
Poetry