space
just plain
gone
where you once
flaunted your beauty
is now mere grass
to be mowed
it’s been 2 long summers
since I last raced
to snap pictures
before storm gusts
would shred
your glory
year after year
they showed up
to dress up this boring
little back dirt road
those golden sunflowers
against a deep blue
Kentucky sky
haloed by tufts
of white pillowy clouds
inspired me
to prose and praise
I am no gardener
and cannot raise you
from the dead
summer solstice
now marks the day
I start sadly gazing
through the space
you use to
occupy
and let out
a weighted sigh
Our lovely older neighbor lady use to keep sunflowers near the end of their driveway , and for years my eyes feasted on them ever y summer. A few summers back she got too elderly to tend them and her son mowed them over. That space got the just right amount of sunlight , and so that bounty of flowers can not be replicated anywhere else in the neighborhood.