A trip to Safeway to pick up prescriptions for my mother: sunflowers, in six-dollar bunches by the door; rotten eggplant neatly stacked in the produce aisle; hard tomatoes and wilted bell peppers at prices few people can afford. And I think, There used to be a field here. Oh, what I could do with a field just a quarter of the size of the Safeway parking lot. The dreams I could cultivate. The things I could grow.
“Works and Days”
Recently Banned Literature, July 8, 2008
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Vincent
Enough paint to bathe a canvas / devoted to a single flower
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces, Recently Banned Literature
Tags: Art, Haiku, Memory, My Mother, Poems, Poetry, Sunflowers, Van Gogh
William Michaelian 