Sunflower Breakfast
As the bread is warmed by the sun andThen drizzled with the green oil I straddle
The old blue rickety chair peeling this tomato.
The juice joins the oil as I add salt and garlic and
As I flick away seeds to the earth I feel ready
To look more about me but first I must pulp this red flesh.
The sunflowers throng about me nodding yes
This is as you thought...here is the breeze from the West
Caressing your shoulders. Here is the sun at her gentlest.
Unwashed, Indolently swaying, barefoot as ever
I grizzle a tune half remembered as I pour the coffee.
Later, when it is hotter than blood and the light is sharp
I will look about me and see this field of sunflowers swaying
And will be momentarily soothed. I should go now, but stay
With my feet in the dust watching a lizard emerge.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2012-08-12 at 01:35
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