back of a sunflower is the back.

Sunset lips and a crescent moon mind

Tonight the world will sing you to sleep

My child, my child, hold tight to the petals

Of this sunflower and just breathe

The cracks that are seen, are the cracks that are seen

Age is a number that represents your journey

Around the EARTH. Shifting and forming, evolving

And loving, the world is a better place with bees

Full of nothing but love the rabbits follow suit

The shoes that my mother gave me are the shoes

That I shall be buried in. Thoughts are storms in

The brain that form and eat and sing. Cracked teeth,

Fire that simmers the heart where memories are

Stored. Ocean’s breeze to clear the mind. A body,

A man’s body found on Main Street. With the wandering

Possums, the beer cans and the moonlight. Nothing

Could be better than black on white.