So many dis-
orienting
things have happened already
that I don't think twice now
when I walk past the sunflower
on the edge of the sidewalk
which was just a stalk
yesterday morning.
A slight roil of wind—
no big deal—
blowing another little
swirl inside the mind. What about
the gardens of churning stars
we used to see as
kids—whose big idea
was that, I wonder—whose
dizzy distortions
of children were those?
