Sunflowers

A poem by Loretta Strharsky

I don’t remember a fence being here
 Nor the barbed wire
 The sunflowers once bent carelessly in the breeze
 As they followed the sun
 There was no uninvited fence dictating directions

 Maybe I never was here.
 I’m not good at directions but I don’t think I’ve lost my way
 Have I?

 If I snap a picture
 Perhaps I could edit out the fence, the barbed wire
 The sunflowers could then be free
 And I would not be lost.

 8/11/23