The monsoons are almost over,
as is summer,
and the tilt in the sunlight,
for those who’ve noticed,
has shifted slightly towards fall,
and the sunflowers are blooming.
That field of them was slated for construction,
but we, as a city, rose up in protest.
As one, we demanded they stay,
this small field
of small flowers
that only bloom one month out of the year.
It’s their fragility that makes them precious.
Soon they will have gone to seed.
Soon, even still, they may be plowed under.
But at this moment, just now,
in the sunset and under the clouds,
the sunflowers are blooming.