Sunflower
Multitudes facing Sun, our
rough, broad extremities near touching.
Simultaneously attending
to receive warm embrace.
To welcome flower, water
swells behind my broad head.
At night bows gently resting;
preparing to greet new morn, to
raise me full glory to greet
strengthening summit -- daily heliotropism.
Motor cells, pulvinus, flex stem
below bud until flower opens
my yellow shawl fringe,
exposes seed, welcomes bee,
forever-facing forward until my passing.
Trade Story from the wouth speaks our
venerated image, Inca Sun.
My seed plenishes.
Blood Run (Earthworks S.)
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