Sunflowers grow
On dirty couches
Look to the light
That never goes out
Unless a dark storm
Steals it off in a flash
Or the money dries out
And it’s gone with the cash
Starving for what
They’ve been grown to need
What they’d been exposed to
Since they were just seeds
Left with themselves
And devoid of distraction
The mind’s flower wilts
In the black screen reflection
A Life in Poems 