Sunflower
My sunflower
the tender breeze in the
streets of the field is your
memory
and its sustains longer in your
flowering
The insects cream on your nectar
on you, their memory lingering,
playing acrobatics on
your inner circles drawn like
tracks of an Olympics lane
5/29/2020
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