THE ART OF DONALD BROWN. (For Collette Brown)

Bohemian king- bare feet you make your way

Through crowds-

Your eyes dart seeking

Your queen,

Are you Samson?

No-

Your name is Donal.

(The king speaks)

I am Donal. I am Donal, king of the world.

Legend.

Donal, general of the troops, king of Scotland.

Donal.

Pawns, Bishops, Knights, Rooks, and my Queen, all Surrender.

Donal is my name and reading is my game,

I fly far, you see me, yet you don’t

Juxtaposed against the city lights, the sultry tenderness of

Your greens and oranges, I am the mist you can’t hold

I am Donal, chess master, move maker

My love is, a most vigorous thing  

carved to perfection, like  polished mahogany,

I speak words to puncture the silence and when I bring my hammer down my tears flow like a language.

Ah my love, there you are!

like Pittsburgh, tantalizing, surprising, and eloquent-

The night breezes ripple your pleats as we descend the tracks of our years

I see you, I hold you close, as you encounter me-

Our breaths held in captivity with every hope we would arrive as one

I am Donal, you are Collette, my Queen.