Are you watching from beyond

A brief contemporary poem from E.B. Johnson.

Photo by Philippe Mignot on Unsplash

the edge of the treeline? i imagine you
like you were and the way you used to
dance when the water lilies meandered
toward the center of the water.

there’s a painter in the river but he can’t
do you justice when he strips you of the
color that gave you cast. i hardly know
whether to kiss him or to cry;

the way he paints over …