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Sunday, June 30, 2013

Two Sunflowers Move into the Yellow Room

By Nancy Willard

 “Ah, William, we’re weary of weather,”
said the sunflowers, shining with dew.
“Our traveling habits have tired us.
Can you give us a room with a view?”

They arranged themselves at the window
and counted the steps of the sun,
and they both took root in the carpet
where the topaz tortoises run.

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