Trisha Brown, a poem by Ian Spencer Bell

This month marked one year since Trisha Brown's passing. Ian Spencer Bell writes a poem that is also a memory and a celebration. 

- Tess Dworman and Amelia Bande, editors

Trisha Brown

In Chinatown I thought of you

while teaching children how to hop,

run, hold hands, stay in line—

just time

to leap. On the way home

to evening rehearsal

snow collected in corners

of streets, and red and orange lanterns

stories high shook,

and a man on Pike arranged fruit

in stacks and rows.