Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.

Friday, August 5, 2016

Sonnet #34

These are all the reasons that I adore

Sunflowers: First, the plant is quick
post-frost to grow into a towering spire;
Second, the root is burly thick
It digs a mine and punches down
Veracity will rise; Third, the bloom
before it blossoms gazes following the sun
As if to build a mirror to the holiest and swoon
When it faints, complete, a weeping beauty
Seeds the shape of teardrops, surrendering
to duty; Fourth, the rotting comes, grey and sooty
Mold climbs up and through, devouring

Where roots dug low, the worms appear
the stalks remain, as cemetery spears

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