what blooms
and bones she keeps
they are props
that she will paint
with her mountain

I would walk to Cerro Pedernal and see myself bounding up the flat-topped butte in no time. At the top, where Georgia O'Keeffe's ashes were scattered, I could race along the narrow ridge with the wind's warm handclasp and plunge headlong into the blue, sloughing off my skin among pink hollyhocks, to return home as a stranger.