So many summers now,
seven I think,
I have planted
the hope of sunflowers
at Sunset Lake Road
These seeds are for my neighbors
who walk their dogs
or stroll to the Diner for ice cream.
They are for the strange girl
in the black dress.
She passes by unsmiling.
They are for distant friends
and my dead father
who loved the nature of sunflowers
to boldly bloom
while everything changes.
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