The Sunflower

This is a sunflower.
This is a sunflower that lives in a poem.
It is its poor habitat.
This is not a Magritte trick.
This representation in an inner eye
is all you ever had
when looking at a sunflower.
You are really doing all the work
in this poem.
So sorry, so sorry.
Someone should be paying you
something.
I mean it.
You are a gracious
host.

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