One stands proud;
green, stem-like string
wrapping its body around
the spoke protruding
from the earth –

is that the right word?

The other leans
deliberately to the
right, a desperate
curve of escape in
its spine.
It reaches
away from the window;
drooping into the
Its petals are
bright – sharp,
This sunflower
wants to fall

but why?


Laura Marie

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