in the land of
georgia o’keeffe

where the colors are verbs and the mountains are writers

i found my heart by the shore on a beach tired of shifting

and there were feathers sounding of owl

and bruises charting moons to hold you quiet

and whispers weaving stories of forgiveness

boulder cradled by sky

bare-boned and ever spine-proud

marked by nothing but hour

and eye




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