Zen Sunflower

A sunflower is grown tall
between the path stones.
A month ago I paid it
no mind.
Now it sheds pollen
in my hair. Come
here, chuckling bees.

6 thoughts on “Zen Sunflower

  1. i think that’s possibly the worst description you could give yourself as a poet.

    and if ever given the choice, i would definitely put a poem of yours on my wall before i would a tk painting. 😉

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