SUNFLOWERS

Like sunflowers without fireflies,

legends vanish swifter than the dew.

Figures, images crowd the lens,

their timeworn themes. The husk

of the cicada hooks its perch.

One day we’ll start over,

growing new wings,

sensing each other’s stance

in the breeze, on high branches

bearing our hopes

in this garden the fireflies left,

where legends

have retreated with the dew.