Look at you, red hair spiked and over-done kohl

around your eyes, with your right foot planted north, 

the other south, you look as if you’re on a surfboard

instead of a dried sunflower pod ripe with seeds,

its thick stem curving downward, supporting

your Cardinal weight. You are a splash

of remarkable on this warm, waveless day,

so unaware as you snap the hull, munch

the kernel, that someone planted this for you

knowing you couldn’t resist. She couldn’t resist

either, captured you into a digital memory  

born of golden joy, now feathered red

into summer’s end. 

 

 

© by Donna Pflueger. Used with the author’s permission.

Photo by Susan Beaulé.