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.