The Sunflowers
The sunflowers are heavy this year.
Gold has had iron added to it.
The fat round capitula
are seeded with a leaden density,
and bend to an inward gravity.
The great yellow florets are glorious
as ever, but the heliotropes
seem now to turn listlessly
and the sun is masked
as if veiled by some malady,
a rumor of a dying Autumn.
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