by Frank Steele

You’re expected to see
only the top, where sky
scrambles bloom, and not
the spindly leg, hairy, fending off
tall, green darkness beneath.
Like every flower, she has a little
theory, and what she thinks
is up. I imagine the long
climb out of the dark
beyond morning glories, day lilies, four o’clocks
up there to the dream she keeps
lifting, where it’s noon all day.

SOURCE: “Sunflowers” appears in Singing into That Fresh Light (Blue Sofa Press, 2001).

IMAGE: “The Sunflower” by Gustav Klimt (1907).

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Poet Frank Steele lives with his wife, Peggy, in Bowling Green, Kentucky. He was a professor at Western Kentucky University, and his poems have been featured in Ted Kooser’s “American Life in Poetry” and anthologized in The Poetry Home Repair Manual: Practical Advice for Beginning Poets (2007).