Sunflowers
I will plant sunflowers
in the hollows we have dug
with a rusty spade
it is time to pull old roots
rotten with dead habit
in this neglected garden
long-choked
by winter’s breath
it is time to till the soil
let it soak in fresh April rain
steam in this year’s sun
and exhale pungent fumes
until its pores are free
to seed new grass
and soft beds for my flowers.
© Neetu Malik
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wetting my feet
in the old pondI pause to remember
-
how many steps
to the edge of the world
she wants to know -
we were wingless
until we knew loveour breathless breath
lifted us
into rainbows -
in its gurgling sprint
toward the seathis river into which
I empty love’s ashes— -
unaware, you become
resigned to
where you find yourself
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