I see you in the doorway of your adobe hacienda I see you there in the patio You’re reading Sappho leaning on an elbow as the evening glows purple on the high hills Switching on the radio you’re missing Soho, the East River, the photo show I see you still in Taos New Mexico painting still life with a flair rarity sea shells, iris, rose and cattle bones red skies rust coloured hills and pueblos Your finely drawn pottery like broken fragments of poetry your living legacy. challenge to write a poem that directly addresses someone, and that includes a made-up word, an odd/unusual simile, a statement of “fact,” and something that seems out of place in time.
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