There is a central image from Adam Zagajewski “Transformation” in Mysticism for Beginners translated by Clare Cavanagh that captures well the tall flowers at their maturity.
I’ve seen sunflowers dangling
their heads at dusk, as if a careless hangman
had gone strolling through the gardens.
There is nothing careless in the attribution via possible simile: the careless hangman may or may not have passed by — we are left dangling.
And so for day 1689