Treasure Island

Noel Marsh

(4/6/74 / Tucson, AZ)

Sunflowers


Long live the sunflower
The life and blood that once rose
From the hills of Ginsberg’s Frisco
And still blooms and blossoms
In the steel and concrete of my times
Driving towards destiny and dream
Of a child’s lost abandon for wonder
Isolated from the world
Only to grow
Within its structure and form
To beauty and splendor
And rise
To the sun
So bright and free
To be crushed and blighted
And driven back to ground
In this apocalypse of my modern world
And technologically induced life
Where those children grow to be bleak and grey
Lacking color and life
Like that sunflower
Dimmed and dull and grey
And finally dead
To themselves and the world.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 19, 2006

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