Gone

a poem

Civilization swings one extreme to the other. You try in vain to understand it all.

A silenced moon hangs low, red, angry, and you are on the other side walking a tightrope of a dream.

Hasn’t anyone told you that you are gone?

You know I care about you, you said.

That night I dreamt of sunflowers, Schweinitz’s, the kind you don’t see much anymore.

Fingertips pulling at my hair from behind remind me that Somewhere beyond my quiet porch, bent around corners I no longer see, the rain is whispering your name.

Hasn’t anyone told you that I am sitting here?

I smile, because sunflowers are beautiful, even if I can’t see them.

Author’s Note: Schweinitz’s Sunflower is endemic to my region of the world. This precious flower species (pictured above) is a member of the Asteraecae family and has been on the federal endangered species list since 1991. (Gale 2000)

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