Still Life with Sunflowers

I stare out the window
                                and forget the right names of things.

I see something like a scrubbing brush standing on end,
                                a green brush with scattered pink bristles.

I see a yellow box with a shingled lid.

Something lurks under a plastic shroud
                                like a mothballed Panzer tank.

I see Lego bricks. Are there grey Lego bricks? They have holes in them.

Behind the xylophone – How silly, to leave a xylophone
                                standing on edge like that

there is a row of suns.
                                I’ve been in here a long time.
I’d like to touch the suns.

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