The sun that day made everywhere
look like yesterday. It was a Saturday morning,
but I was headed to work anyway.
A curly-haired mother with wheat field skin
was holding hands with her curly-haired daughter
busy hitching-up baggy jeans
as faded and frayed as twiced-handed hand-me-downs.
They were walking alongside a field of sunflowers,
their faces shining the way buttercups glow
when held just below the chin. Now,
with each inhalationi and unexpected hush,
I see them - mother and child, sunshine and sunflowers.
Northwind - Fall 2013