Summer Dress

Sitting across the patio

is a seedless sunflower

wearing a thin summer dress

Her nectar is so sweet that

all the bees stare, hoping

for a chance to pollinate

I’d fly over beside her,

and lifting her skirt,

I’d spread her petals and

force I’d exert

But once done, I’d

smell my fingers and

walk away, and she’d

mean nothing to me,

and I’d still feel

alone, and

sterile

Phil Volatile