Sunflower II

dessert before dinner

I am a sunflower, always
even when the light leaves
for a cycle longer than the last
I know it will pass.

I turn my head East, anticipation
for the sun to return 
even just a moment in passing

I feel as though I am trespassing
to a realm not meant for me, now
a grassy expanse 
perking to the east

I take enough to feel pleased.
a bottle of sunshine, always
stored in my back pocket

to open under a clouded moonlight
like a map to the stars in the night.

I think it’ll be alright
as I follow the sunlight
petals reaching a new height
like it is their only plight.

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