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A regiment of sunflower golden disks
Turns heads
Assembled all summer for the daily
Love ambush
Upon the five o’clock rush
At the I-496 interchange

Home
Of pizza joints hotels and gas pumps

Who had the last laugh?
To plant in the highway construction zone with public money
This patch of bumblebee bonnets?
Whoever you are you restored my faith

Now

Under the October sky that’s held no sun
Not even for a single day
A type of autumn jewelry robbery

The crumpled sunflowers
Give up and fall face-first into the mud
Get back on one knee
With a wonder if any soul ever did see
Their trance upon the shining orb’s
Coming and going?

Yes, yes I did! Every exhausting end of the day!

I want to park my car on the ecliptic ramp
Fall from my tires and bend with the dying flowers
Faceless all of us

Reassure ourselves
Light is still up there somewhere traveling
Hidden as it is

Like another light perpetually cycling
From root to heart to crown
Earth to forest seas to heaven

The sun abound again and again.

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