Follow the sun
my baby boy.
Go ahead. Move from East
to West. And back again.
Lust for wonder.
Send your roots down deep
Get that black soil in your hands --
Squish it, play with it like play-doh.
Take from it what you need
Give back what you don't.
They say someday
inevitably
we all stop
the heliotrop.
That's ok. It's good.
Wandering and wondering
Is always an act of imagination
Anyway.
In the meantime
play with the dirt. Go read
"Sunflower Sutra." Go listen to
the Beatles. (This last
I know, will rankle you.)
Turn your toothy grin
to the warmth.
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Author:
Chuck (
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