Five sunflowers

FIVE SUNFLOWERS (D A D F# B E, capo 6)

There are five sunflowers on the kitchen table. They are staring me.

When the florist told me These are happy flowers and we call could use some happiness right now, I agreed.
But it’s not sunny today and clouds hover staunchly. Like secos at a seedy nightclub.

And these five sunflowers, like that friend waiting to see if I get in. If I don’t they come home in the taxi with me.

On the autumn equinox I think about haircuts. I think of petals falling on my shoulders.

And on every t-shirt and every chair I sit is that sticky yellow dust.

There are five sunflowers.

They are staring at me.

I wish they would tell me what they are thinking.