Faces of Morning Glories

The brave sunflower
Raises its head
Above the tomato plants-
A sentinel, a beacon,
Symbol of fertility.
I could lash out a poem
Right there on the spot,
Trowel and gloves in hand.
Dance a small dance
Between cosmos and carrots,
Raise up my voice in song...
No one to hear but the delia and sweet peas.
Yet I am still.
Stretching up, I meet the eye of the sunflower's
Nodding affirmation.
I have come to whisper hello
To the cosmos
Tuck red and round tomatoes in my shirt
And splash water on the faces of morning glories.

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