Sunflowers

You hold a candle to the sun when it's not out,
But the sunflowers still won't turn.

People will.

They turn to look at me.

They live in dollhouses
and drive straight.
I don't notice;
They do.

Sunflowers.

I dreamed of sunflowers
Spiders and radiant light too
 - But not in a room of nightmares.

The moon drowns out the stars and pollutes the sky
But in a tunnel all I see is the ceiling.
I hold my breath and wait to see the pollution light up the haze once again.
A full moon looks flat

even in the white light dream of sunflowers
their turning heads

The dollhouses sleep through the sunrise
There are no heat signatures in the cemetery

except maybe me.

They don't make doll-sized headstones.
Dolls don't die.
There is no doll-sized death.

How far will a candle shine?
How far has its light traveled when I blow it out?

Will the sun notice when my candle stops burning?

The sun is cold.
It wants to warm its hands around the flame of a candle
and wrap itself in a blanket
and sleep to dreams of flowers.