Bright patch of chicory
beside a road
the starburst petals
flashing blue
in morning sun
My heart catching,
knotting in my throat
remembering the way
you noticed them
and how you knew
they closed too soon

Coming and going,
seen, then not seen
by the eye,
the mind remembered
a splash of color
the heart felt them
as we passed by
All the while,
waiting for our coming and going
to sync with their unfurling
starburst petals
flashing blue
in the morning sun