When I am gone
scatter me there
on my mountain of
blue perdernal
flat it stands
make no fuss
I will become wind
fingers through sagebrush
ambling up over old fence posts
bleached cedar in the sun
My rooms empty
my eyes now see all things
the cups are washed and placed away
-by Corby in tribute to a trip to the O'Keeffe house
2 comments:
Love the poem!
G.O'Keefe.... I wanna be her. Except that I can't paint or draw.
hmmm...perhaps just her daring spirit.
Yes she was quite a character, I am sad I never got to meet her in person. Only through her work.
-Corby
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