sunflowers grow in the dark
I know he said to himself
so why not I
without the sun
on nights when nothing
comes to mind but straw
and the straw filled.
all night and day I watch
the hills for come what may
but May doesn't come
it is autumn pays my way
and the tinge of the pumpkin moon
and the purple crows at noon
and me ineffectual as ever.
sunflowers grow in the dark
oh why not I
and the little straw larks
by break of day
by my breaking heart remembered,
missing the meadows of time.
mary angela douglas 24 january 217
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