Dear Ms Georgia O’Keeffe

 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.