Sunflowers

By José Antonio Rodríguez Jose Antonio Rodriguez

No pitying/“Ah” for this one
—Alan Shapiro

No, nor a fierce hurrah
for what it does without choice,
for following the light
for the same reason the light follows it.

Just a thing rough to the touch, a face
like a thousand ticks turning their backs,
suckling at something you can’t see,
and a body like a tag off the earth

so that my child hands couldn’t tear it out
from the overgrown lot next door.
                           My palms raw with the shock
of quills and spines. Its hold like spite, and ugly

except when seen from a distance—
a whole field of them by the highway,
an 80-mile-per-hour view
                           like a camera’s flash.
All of them like halos
without saints to weigh them down.

Source: Poetry (February 2012).

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This poem originally appeared in the February 2012 issue of Poetry magazine

February 2012
 José Antonio Rodríguez

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josé antonio rodríguez’s first book is The Shallow End of Sleep (Tia Chucha Press, 2011). Read more at JoseOrBust.blogspot.com.

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SUBJECT Nature, Trees & Flowers

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