4th of July 1953: Joan Four

Sunflowers worship the sun,
The seeds provide,
Oil for the dish.

My thunder strikes her down
If she speaks again
Of her family tree.

If you can say so much
With so little words,
Why don’t you?

A month in the country,
One month could be
An eternity.

Sunflower hair
Always cleaning,
Never talking.^[1]

The maiden’s treasure mound
Should be left hidden
By the master.^[2]