Da Salty Sunflower   7/8/18

 

Da Salty sunflower

iz steenk and sweet.

Da smell of chicken manure and honey

sticks inside your nose.

 

Growing in sand and red clay,

corners of graveyards,

between razor rocks and breaking waves,

edges of parking lots

where nameless bushes and empty beer bottles party.

Ignored and unseen,

A wild weed

to blind eyes.

 

Da salty sunflower,

Blooms triumphant,

Like little Olympians

waving in ruthless winds and rains.

Their red clay medals

staining yellow petals orange.

Proudly perishing into dust and mud,

Anonymous glory under your feet.

 

Da salty

Sun

[Drawing]    Flowering,

Everywhere and Nowhere

iz here to stay.

 

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