Sunflower
The long, thick stem is not dry,
But not we either, or moist.
It is long and tough
With its wide, white bristles softening the green below.
Tall and straight,
It meets with the long thin petals,
Yellow laden with a flighty mist.
Though they are thin,
They go over and under each other
In a full circle,
Hanging off the fist sized center.
The center is a mess of brown wires,
Extending slight above their faint bottom.
They make the tiniest of curves.
They draw the attention back to the softness of the petals.
The petals.
-Neill Torna
