Sunflower – dawn, high noon or dusk hour –
Why – for me – do you have such power?
You: my glad grown-up face when I’m
open to joy, not anger’s toy; when I’m
frank with feeling, not secretly reeling.
In you I go ahead, ask The Question! not
put it to rest and, oh – hope against hope for the best.
You are honesty, innocence – simple, true – and
guess why I love you so? My spirit does grow!
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Alexander Best, July 31st, 2013
