The heaven-weight
of a single stem
seems to bend
beneath me in the sun;
the sunflower’s petals
turning in my eyes
and ears and
one strum of chord
causes the water
to spring from the air,
then return to it.
I’ve got my hands
against your back,
flat and strong it
anchors you in understanding
and resists this sea
of flowers crashing about you.
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