There is a Van Gogh painting 
in which the stars might be sunflowers,
a couple walks arm in arm,

their backs towards two boats
moored to each other so one won’t float away. 
They seem to be looking towards the artist. 

Do you think she needed to whistle
to catch his attention? Silly question I guess. 
They are the only couple there. 

I like to think some day I’ll live 
in a world where a woman, 
after seven years of marriage would still want 

to whistle; the artist might turn 
their love into a flower-shaped star 
the rest of the world would admire:

maybe they too could live one day 
walking on the edge of a memory, 
one arm wrapped in the warmth of another.

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