THE ART OF DONALD BROWN. (For Collette Brown)
Bohemian king- bare feet you make your way
Your eyes dart seeking
Are you Samson?
Your name is Donal.
(The king speaks)
I am Donal. I am Donal, king of the world.
Donal, general of the troops, king of Scotland.
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.