I need to let you know
about the sunflower I found
on the walkway yesterday.
It is withering and twisted and dazzling
furthermore, knows it.
I need to age that way,
always remembering my own magnificence,
always remembering how to state blossom.
On a puppy's sluggish
spotted tummy
the sun associates her spots.
Her back legs tricycle.
Her pink nose
of-a-velvet church
dots with drain;
a suppress; an eye
swims under its top
as her sibling's tongue
takes her ear up
like a bloom petal.
Delicate comes the quiet of eventide
What's more, warblers stow away
In appendages of grew trees
To say goodbye to setting sun
With cradlesongs they've sung
Every night for quite a long time.
A warbler is winging quickly home -
Dark dab alone -
Underneath auroral mists.
All nature makes a back home surge
As nightfall's ruddy become flushed
The eyes of night stir.
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