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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

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