Sunflower Season
Sunflower Season
Just beyond town
Past Walmart
And the line of fast food
A field of sunflowers grow
As the heat dies down
And backpacks are taken out of the closet
Their black heads lined with yellow lace begin to rise
To the right lies a cornfield
And across the highway, wheat
They say the sunflowers grow for the farmer's wife
Or maybe to fill his pocket with something to chew on
The kindergartners insist he simply likes the way the big yellow petals glow
We scoff
No profit, no gain
As the breeze grows more confident
And sandals are traded for boots
Their lace begins to fade
And their black faces sigh
I drove by once in those last weeks
I saw the farmer sitting on the bed of his pickup
Watching the sun's golden beams embrace the flowers
I swear I saw him smile
No profit
Yet, perhaps a gain
Copyright © Claire Pletcher | Year Posted 2023
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