she doesn't deign to think
the sunflowers are beneath
her, because she's part of
the earth too--her mama
says. With corn rows in
her hair and fingers too
adept for snap peas, she
might be queen of her
backyard and the land
below the bridge, far as
the river can be seen from
4' 3", but her long legs tell
her that they'll grow, that
no cupboard will be too
high, no horizon that
ends, just open lids and
cucumber perfumes
butterscotch lozenges
in every coffee table
bowl and Somebody
along the way whispers
that she'll have it all.