Laynie Browne


from Speak A Long While To A Brook

     
     Large eyes looking out from the coach.
     
     A houseful of parrot, or a hand in a bushel of kittens.
     
     Or else sent on an errand rushed in from the rain. 
     
     A kind place to dwell.
     
     For protection she slept hovering some feet above the ground.  
     This was remembered not as a dream, but as some peculiarity.  
     The mechanism appears powdery ; several times before there 
     was nowhere to go.  It was dark.  There was a traveler with 
     adequate room.  A title approximate of a sink.  The blew of youth 
     had been trespassed, trampled by so many witnesses, and so 
     skated.
     
     I stood waiting at the edge of the frozen pond
     
     followed by several earlier versions 
     Misgivings flew into three dark portraits on the wall.  
     
     
     
     This is the only way they could be seen.
     
     
     A town defines talk.  Sand is called water.  This is the place 
     having been taken out of the inhabitant, and then pasted all 
     over the face in bright streaks which stick in green tissue paper.
     
     She held violets to her fox complexion.  
     
     (One who was to sing or speak into a wind which would then 
     carry the renouncement of mirror in other).  
     
     Landscape reminder: those sparkles mistaken for fire opals are 
     but reflections of a red day, which bends to distort the 
     understanding of what is being said to whose waters.  Gathers 
     waves and mimics away.  A receding shore can gather the 
     eyeline.
     
     
     The study of weather is conducted without instruments.  A body is placed 
     within elements.  Evening, a period of decreasing daylight;  a period of 
     increasing night.   Large eyes look down from the coach.  They thought these 
     instruments to deny a body refuge from the lessening of light and heat, that 
     each heart cell could not sense the brooding form.  A wash of dark color in a 
     storm of horses.  The eye thought to take the body home.  The blew memory 
     was constructed of watery ../../images, none of which fit the carrier.  And yet, the 
     lessening of light would not permit her to stay at the edge of the frozen lake.  
     The small glow of the carriage was enough to carry away.


Copyright © 1996 Laynie Browne

Questions? Comments? Suggestions? Contact Subtext
Web Page Contents Copyright © Subtext, unless otherwise noted.