Day Old Sunflowers

The poetry of day-old sunflowers is the poetry of the sunflowers you brought home last evening. They have opened their eyes but their heads are still nodding a little, like children not-quite awake. They have the same familiar air of dazed reluctance and sweet resignation of someone I know when I venture to say: ‘Good Morning!’ too soon on a Sunday.


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