You stare at me from the picture frame
tongue stuck out, eyes like fire
I look down at my hand
dandelions hang their sun burst heads
now that they’ve been pulled
from a bed once filled
with petunias pink as
But I haven’t been thinking about flowers
and have neglected my green thumb.
I know you would call that
but things still grow.
I put the dandelions in the vase
next to your photo stick my tongue out
© 2011 Joanne Elliott