you said once that our sunflower days

by blake ellington larson

would wilt mountains into mist

solid lines like melted ice and river beds

straight lines changing
the sun and sea both

i smothered your infinite’s along
silver string and red carpet

i closed the book
reread the chapter

i mapped your canary wisdom
over coal miner sadness
and caught empty buses to empty parks

i dined on empty plates
and talked empty philosophy
with godless mermaids