from Aspen
Kevin Holden

ashes and acrylic on gelatin silver

mounted to board and bound in a book

burnt with five flames in coalsack

 

the single tree the farthest in a field

on that slope in silver or stood

in green vertical facing ever outward

 

up and out as if the hill were always only

as if it were everything, no

backdrop

 

 

 

ashes caked in that pile all up a column

of charred silver, bonewhite, whalethistle

 

as if the hill rose ever or if it stopped ever

and if the sea were behind it or if nothing

 

 

 

milkstar through endblack

all motion and no motion

charcoal and stamen arc chariot

 

galgalim

angelic swarm

bread