Song of the Sunflower

Brimming with your laughing gaze — without chains far from all the markets far from all the goods — they brimmed over my particles seed by seed with you. I am joined to you. Ants, bees, sparrows, have come to gather the nectar of this union: as if a tree — new — had grown green from the embrace of sun and earth had borne fruits of ice cream and candy calling the children little hands come with clamour and shouting from the tip of every branch they pick ice cream and candy and go back again toward the swings. The swings sway with peals of laughter without chains far from all the markets without the fire of oil the green leaves dance with the loud sound of laughter forever like me brimming with your laughing gaze my kind one sun...