For Someone

Sunflower gold reflects from
strong cheekbones, strong as
old earth mother’s reclining
restful curves…

golden as warm straw fields
where blow the light,
white fluff of my
dandelion dreams….

the flower bowl is open –
bold beauty within beckons,
unbounded blue fire burns…

beasts of the woods,
winds and waters,
some battered,
bathe and depart,
refreshed….

iam one of these.

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