NaPoWriMo #9

Just keep thinking about cactus :) and Daphne...

She crouches down among the endless rows
of sunflowers, her honeysuckle hair
tangles wild in September's breeze,
takes in the scent of sunshine, the sweetness

of her sweat. Beautiful but dangerous,
she points her rifle to the cooing sky,
the white-wing dove, russet hued
against the blue, perched atop

a prickly pear, pecks at the bright pink
blooms. As she slides her finger
on the trigger, closes her eyes
and imagines heaven opening

the thumping, the rising up of Texas dust,
the crimson eyes sealed shut and silenced.