Sun as in Sunflower

Sunflowers follow me, over the world. Or, they're not actually following me as in trodding behind me on spindly roots. Rather, they grow where l stay. Perhaps l'm dtawn to sunflower people. Being one myself.

In my sister's garden

From Magic land in Virginia to a city plot in New Orleans. Over the Atlantic to Sweden, in my parent's garded, in my oldest sister's garden, there they are: sunny faces, explicitly oversized. Life symbols -determined to make things right.