SORROW
I was asleep
when the rooster slid down
from his weathervane tower
lacing his feathers
with silver and gold,
crowing so proudly
the sun bounced from the sky
and fell on my bed
through my open window.
He forged brazen sunflowers,
wreathed them about me
in royal display
until one roughened head
scraped his stiffened sepals
over my lips
drawing blood.
I opened my eyes.
Sun, sunflowers and rooster
dimmed into dust
as I reached for your hand
and remembered
where you had gone.