I walk this path. This path with winds and curves,
some straight ways. I pass with sun and rain, blue
skies and starless nights. Flowers are all along
the path: bright colored, pleasing to the eye. Some
dull and average. Some unusual and unique. Some
wilted and dead. I select a few from each group;
roses, daisies, baby’s breath, narcissus, quince,
a sunflower. Together they are as beautiful as an
orange and pink sunrise on the beach. Their presence
makes loneliness dissipate. Over time they begin to
fade, some quicker than others.
I am saddest about the sunflower.