Sunflowers
It looks like these sunflowers
are trying to escape. Yellow
pokes through the fence by
the railroad tracks. The fence
surrounds the parking lot.
Tall weeds grow in the cracks.
Thin men sleep and sit on the
ground. If they were like
the sunflowers, they would
be cool to the touch in the hot
sun. It is big blue apathy all
around us. It is big blue city
buses entering and leaving the
garage across the street. If we
were like these sunflowers,
we would be more willing to share.
