You Sent Sunflowers

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Those midnight searches
for slugs, my torch to spot and swat
most away, yet leaving some

on the single exenterated stalk
clearly and cleanly loved to its diminishing:
this utilitarian reserve

that saved remaining and
tall ones with buds ready to open as suns.
You had sent

Vanilla Ice, opened as a
bouquet florists would collate into occasions.
And you sent

Sungold, the iconic one
we stopped to watch in French fields years
ago. You sent

Red Sun, its darkness
radiant as a burst of beauty’s randomness.
Also – surprise extra – you sent

Teddy Bear, a fluff-ball of yellow,
and that’s the inventory of Helianthus done.
So I sent you

pictures of them all in a row,
their constellation against a backdrop of green
where you once played,

and tonight’s searches
will be more of this routine for sending back
as far as the continuing.

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Peninsulating

A word retrieved
before it had finished its work
of being in the past.

The almost of
surrounding when water circles
but cannot find itself –

there is more in the
grammar of explanations than in
its formatting purposes.

How Coleridge sees it as
parting delayed when lovers
defer to metaphor;

how Donne takes his proof
in the resistance of border-breaks
for a connection.

As this spit of land,
the imagery transforms its grace
like erosion,

and in that name-checked war
there are all of the alignments and
subterfuges of self that

wrap round the same today,
and here on an actual island our links
continue diminishing.