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Jan 2015
I am a sunflower.
I turn my yellow
and black face,
bruised, to the sun,
hoping its light will
heal me.
With my eyes closed
I can see my stamen,
veins in my eyelids,
where they intersect.
The sun feeds me
and I, grateful,
pour myself into
the air. I am
I am a bowl
of candy, I live
on your tongue
and I suffocate under
your eyelids.
N R Whyte
Written by
N R Whyte  Toronto
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