Sunflowers redux
About 10 years ago, I posted a poem musing about the removal of a giant sunflower plant from my neighbor's yard. At the time, I said the poem was a work in progress. Since revisiting my blog, I thought I'd try an edited version now. Looking over the fence today, I saw my neighbor working in his yard, Not much different from my own. Side by side, We tended our lawns, Separating the despised weeds From the soft, green grass. As I watered my side, I noticed a tall bunch of sunflowers Growing in the corner of my neighbor's yard. Lovely plants -- they reminded me of blooms I once received as a gift. So, so tall! The bright flowers rose higher than the fence. Then one day I realized what my neighbor was doing. The brightness disappeared, a little at a time. I heard the sound of cutting, And I knew that these were not to be kept. They were counted among the weeds, A nuisance, something to be rid of. I wondered why he would choose to dispose of them. They chose his yard ...