Sunflowers

A horse head blooms yellow petals
over four legs not its own in sweats
and white sneakers, a tourist.

Cars bloom, spin leaf wheels.

Even mountain peaks pray
for budding yellow petals
when the sun throws rays overhead.

Does everything long to be something else?

The slow nature of time spreads
out the process and lies:
you are only you. No petals allowed.

2015
in response to Les Barta’s photoconstruction, exhibited at the CACE Gallery of Fine Art in Spring 2015