Around the inner rims
of these sunflowers one by one
small yellow petals pop open,
in obedience to the sun.
On some the inmost circles,
bright yellow, is almost complete,
circumspect around the seeds
that are still virginal, tight, neat.
Their elegance is in the way
they fill their places, in dumb-show
greening the ghost life of mathematics,
their order cosmic, their time to come.