Ablaze yellow petals

Brushed gently with my fingertips.

Fragile as sea glass,

Soft as cotton.

The nutty fragrance

So faint, tickled the tip of my

Nose, seeping into

A garden

Of disks. My hands glissade

the stem, feeling petite hairs stroke

against my sweaty

palms. I feel

at peace. Surrounded by

a uniform of sunflowers

swaying, squally wind

guiding them,

steering in different

directions. Height and size vary

leaves may gradually wilt

the roots may

diminish. Sunflowers

are unique. We categorize

them all to

be the same. Are they all

the same? It must be difficult to

discover if they

truly are,

if all we do is look

and hypothesize the outside.