Pantoum by Paige Foreman

The Gardens of Sunflowers

There’s a girl who lives in a garden of sunflowers.
She swings her watering can back and forth.
She cannot bear the weight of beauty,
And no one doubts her innocence.

She swings her watering can back and forth,
Watering the sunflowers that look to the sun.
And no one doubts her innocence.
A boy went to her garden thinking it’s just another place.

Watering the sunflowers that look to the sun.
She inspired a boy to grow some of his own,
A boy went to her garden thinking it’s just another place.
He did not see the sticks supporting sunflower heads.

She inspired a boy to grow some of his own,
He swung his own watering can to and fro.
He did not see the sticks supporting sunflower heads
He did not doubt the sunflowers’ innocence.

He swung his own watering can to and fro
He dampened the cracked Arizona earth,
He did not doubt the sunflower’s innocence.
Then time elapsed and his sunflowers grew.

He dampened the cracked Arizona earth,
He continued to nourish and his sunflowers bloomed.
Then time elapsed and his sunflowers grew,
His sunflowers looked to the ground, not the sun.

He continued to nourish and his sunflowers bloomed,
He lost the will for them to go on.
His sunflowers looked to the ground, not the sun,
His sunflowers cannot bear the weight of beauty.

He lost the will for them to go on.
He walked to the girl’s garden asking why
His sunflowers cannot bear the weight of beauty.
She answered with a frown, pointing to the sticks.

He walked to the girl’s garden asking why
His sunflowers did not turn to look at the sun.
She answered with a frown, pointing to the sticks.
His sunflowers’ heads, heavy with seeds, droop to the ground.

His sunflowers do no turn to look at the sun,
And the girl, as she grew, bowed as her seeds engulfed her,
His sunflowers’ heads, heavy with seeds, droop to the ground.
If she smiled again, it would be because of those sticks.

And the girl, as she grew, bowed as her seeds engulfed her.
The boy, as he drooped, let his sunflowers die.
If she smiled again, it would be because of those sticks.
The boy, if he loved again, it would be because of the girl.

The boy, as he drooped, let his sunflowers die.
Now, the boy lives in an empty garden.
The boy, if he loved again, it would be because of the girl,
He cannot bear the burden of feeling.

Now the boy lives in an empty garden.
There’s a girl who lives in a garden of sunflowers.
He cannot bear the burden of feeling,
She cannot bear the weight of beauty.

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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