The Sunflowers' Day
facing the east
early in the day,
leaving morning behind
as the southern sun soars high,
yellow masks pursuing closely,
the platoon following their orders
with natural precision and guidance.
Midday falls away and the solar flight
continues westward, while synchronized
faces track the sun's path 'til dusk,
when shadows dim their purpose .
By daylight's sullen end,
the sun no longer
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"I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again."
--Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)