No. 1
Jessica Relyea
Sunflower Girl
Brandon L. Brown

Before dark you’ll decline,
your brown eyes dropping
in cicada refrain,
in the peachy light of evening.

For me your best perfume,
as the hidden legs of crickets creak,
honeysuckle, cornhusks whisper June
running by in bare feet.

This is how I mark my days,
even in quiet crystalline winter,
your radiant rays
melting through my slumber

raising your sun-burned face
singing wind chimes and airplane drone
dandelion fluff and Queen Anne’s Lace

of love and things yet undone.