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Click hereI drive along the hot summer road, through
the tree-studded hills.
I see the dark dots of oaks, the
wispy, light green leaves of the hardening mesquites.
          (does she think of me?)
I smell the hot asphalt of the road.
I see sunflowers, and fields wanting to crawl under themselves.
I think of my pillow,
and of children no one has ever borne, yet.
          (does she think of me?)
Shall I say what I see and feel and smell?
I see a sheet of rain, falling from that cloud, over there.
The cloud is dark, like a pillow in twilight, and the rain,
like the long skirts you love to wear, does not touch the ground.
          (do you think of me?)
Instead, it evaporates, leaving only a hint of coolness,
and the odor of flowers blooming in water.
Yes: the long silky dress, never
touching the ground.
          (you do, don’t you?)
I see the tall grass, the sunflowers.
In my dream this morning,
I barely heard the whisper, in my ears:
“We fritter our lives away, and die alone.”
          (I think of you.)
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Lovely!The line "I see sunflowers, and fields wanting to crawl under themselves" in particular stood out to me. Thank you for sharing!