The Poppy of Georgia O'Keeffe
In the carmine extravagance the skirts of a Spanish dancer swirl flamenco rhythms, castanets exuberant dancer drumming her heels on a wooden floor staccato barks, deep intricate guitars the energy pulsing from the dark surrounds and enters The poppy is wide open her petals curve like the skirts of a mountain filled with the morning sun we climb and reaching the pinnacle shout like the flower in strict discipline, in eloquent satori in the wild grace of black and red. by Janine Pommy Vega, from The Green Piano, David R. Godine Publishing, 2005 by Janine Pommy Vega
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