Remembering a Woman Who Died 30 Years Ago

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 Writing

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