VERSE:
Neylon, James
JAMES NEYLON THE SUNFLOWER OF YOUR SMILE Lassitude. Even the word has an ooze about the sound of it. One thinks of turtles moving in glue. But I think of your mind, which is like a great...
...Your mind behind it, attended drowzily by bees...
...Framed in the doorway but not very much about the doorway, that smile about your face...
...About nothing, like a flower...
...Radiant...
...Except the bees...
...Your smile absurd...
...Your smile about your face the instant before the door opens...
...But I think of your mind, which is like a great sunflower...
...The flower about the sun...
...Or your face in a smile...
Vol. 102 • July 1975 • No. 8
