I am the Strummer
Sunflower field of yellows and oranges
Green leaves apparently hiding the krazy cat
A one-eyed pirate who sneaks and slithers
Field’s golden fiddler strumming in time
Strumming his truth
Strumming his heart’s blood
Strumming and strumming
Strumming in time
Comic book colors parading in krazy cat’s head
Don’t ask me about this field at midnight
Silk and pearls, better than Iowa’s corn
That’s a hint and you’ll get nothing else
Strumming my song
Strumming my sorrow
Empathy oozing out of my pores
China Cat sunflowers guarding my secrets.
My golden fiddle dancing her unique tune.
Quintessential secrets of the krazy cat hidden.
I am the strummer.
I am a sunflower.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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