Laila found herself flattened
on a tickly green field,
looked up and saw the sky had turned to bricks,
arched all over her,
massive and celestial,
creased her eyebrows and frowned.
Her mouth was stuffed with lavender,
her ears with dried sage.
Laila loved the hills, brush,
- used to tend to the jasmine and inhale.
Til her landlord found her on one knee,
put her hand on her shoulder opposite the knee
- set her tumbling thorugh a large large valley
on the bluest day of spring.
She rembembers seeing the wise eye of a bunny as
she fell and now feels
hazy like a cloud
or a dream.
Image: New Mexico — Near Taos, Georgia O’Keeffe. Oil on canvas laid down on board. 1929.