Wouldn't have noticed the tang in the air...
You would have been thinking,
Have someone mow by the roadside--
Those sunflowers, really weeds,
Line up the fence posts,
Have it done by three--
Then on to the next thing.
I have turned away from you so many times,
I am sister to them
When the clouds start to circle.
It seems a random thing,
But perhaps there is the hand of God in it.
When you are gone,
I will lie down by the roadside, among the sunflowers;
They will bend over me like lovers.
I will receive them, and we will say to each other,
"How beautiful you are;
We will care not at all
Or much of anything besides lazing in the ditches
At the messy, unincorporated edge