poem inspired by this painting by Georgia O'Keefe titled "My Front Yard" (summer 1941)
for online poetry class
My yard stands quietly in the sun, Morning bones of adobe bright, Measured shadows lean like questions, Muted fences breathe warm dust, Mesa winds hum through still air, Memory settles in soft light, Motionless heart of the desert.
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