bring me a sunflower
bring me a sunflower; I want it to grow
in my sunscorched seasalted homeland.
It will show all day to the blue sky mirror
the sadness of its sunward face.
shadows make for clarity, don’t they?
all things flow, and then dissolve
first into colour, then into music;
and then, and then, they disappear.
bring me the flower that yearns towards
the golden shimmer in the sky,
the breathing source of life itself;
bring me the sunflower, drunk with light.
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“the breathing source of life itself;
bring me the sunflower, drunk with light.”