Julie Rochlin: Sunflower

This August day

the sunflower
seems more brilliant
than the day before

Its heavy head nods
in the still air

A flit of goldfinches
feast at its center

Layers of petals
and feathers flutter
like an ancient headdress

Satisfied, the birds
fly off in a lemon streak

leaving the sunflower


but lighter,

the head lifting –

relieved of its perfection

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