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THE SUNFLOWER


To Georgia ... From Arizona

The Georgia clay bank 
   would surely erode 
Except for the Chinaberry tree 
   standing stark against the sky 

A sunflower bloomed 
   outside my patio door 
The sunflower was you 

September, somehow the saddest of months 
   except for October — 
      exquisite, mournful October 
Bringer of beautiful Autumn 

Now the mid-life crisis 
   takes a strange and different turn 
Some would say I’m crazy 
   though I would tend to doubt it 

Living on the fringe of civilization 
   like a desert cat 
I expend little energy 
   to find my food 

Trying to keep in touch 
   with the few friends I have 
I feel everything slipping 
   away from me 

Would you please 
   keep me informed 
      of any change of address 
Even after you marry? 

I promise not to interfere 
   with your new life 
Just to know 
   where you are 
      how you are 
To hear from you 
   once in a while 
      will be enough 

I can find 
   the minor key 
      in any song 

Because 
   I live my life 
     in a minor key 

Becoming used 
   to the freedom 
      of being alone 

I sit and suffer 
I mull over 
   all the things 
      that have happened 
And wonder why 

God, I have become 
   a desperate scribbler of lines 
Who doesn’t know whether 
   he creates or not except for 
A simple declarative act of love 

Besides, 
   every word 
      once spoken 
         becomes a cliché 

My head is full of poems 
But they won’t come out straight 
They are muddled 
   and mixed 
      and unintelligible 

I lie on the desert floor 
Looking at the Arizona night sky 
Looking at the myriad of stars 
That appear so 
   clear and clean and close 
Enough to touch 
Maybe if I could 
Then the thoughts 
   should come out 
      clear and clean 

Perhaps if I could touch a star 
A poem would come out right 

I love 
   this Golden Land 
      of Eternal Sunshine 

But I’ve had enough 
Of sitting in the sun 

A sunflower bloomed 
Outside my patio door 
The sunflower was you

      —Bill Matheny

10/18/2021

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