for Georgia O’Keefe

Sky Above Clouds
Thanks –
For stretching out the canvas
Vast – still the endless puffs
Of your will does not stray.

How Long Contours Run On
Parched river beds wind then branch
Barren and pale – the leaf-like veins
Deep lines in mother’s open palm.

Amidst the Snowy Charcoal Spires
Sierra lake — the depth!
Aquamarine oval – the ice
in father’s one blind eye.

Mushrooms in the Clearing
Yellow toadstools of smoke
From factories – diminutive competitors
Their power in poison, not size

Chasing the Dusk
While our steel wings deflect
pink and grey – the hills
ridges swallow, bleed, and die.