—SEARCH THE DEFINITION OF AFRAID AND I’M SURE YOU’LL SEE MY FACE

 

Sunflowers

 

 

I pick you daises 

pansies bluebells 

and goose-neck 

sunflowers

the bouquet 

somewhat random 

if not top-heavy 

as I work my way 

down the hillside

looking at the sun 

for answers she’ll 

never share 

while a cloud skirts 

the scrim once again 

and I say I love you  

over and over

one petal at a time 

to no one there