Ray Osborn

I Didn’t Think of You


I Didn’t Think of You

“who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon?”

There ain’t nothin
quite so broken
as a sunflower.

Look at the satin
take in the tick
look at the logic.

Ain’t too phatic
-sunlight in attic-
to say her mind.

But who am I
to call you so

I’m the tiny bug
that feeds on your roots.

I’d rather you
sat in the field,
were Queen Anne’s Lace.

Might’s shut up
and made to bloom
by a flower,

might be a scholar
but it ain’t nobody’s
business if I do.

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