Ablaze yellow petals
Brushed gently with my fingertips.
Fragile as sea glass,
Soft as cotton.
The nutty fragrance
So faint, tickled the tip of my
Nose, seeping into
A garden
Of disks. My hands glissade
the stem, feeling petite hairs stroke
against my sweaty
palms. I feel
at peace. Surrounded by
a uniform of sunflowers
swaying, squally wind
guiding them,
steering in different
directions. Height and size vary
leaves may gradually wilt
the roots may
diminish. Sunflowers
are unique. We categorize
them all to
be the same. Are they all
the same? It must be difficult to
discover if they
truly are,
if all we do is look
and hypothesize the outside.