Harboring Prose

With one look they can change people's woeful despair
with their oversized petals of gold, unaware
of attention they garner with impassive flair
by the odd passers-by,
a hushed whisper of wind gently sweeps without care,
as if nothing's awry.

As the sun tracks the sky, it is followed by those
pretty sunflower faces, together they pose
in a field of poetry harboring prose,
and if only they could,
they'd uncover their stalks and set out for, who knows?
without limits, for good!

Published in "The Dilettante's Garden" and"Eloquence"
by Jack Huber- All rights reserved

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