Poem: Poppy

 

Poppy

 

animals 

come and go without a tomb,

following cordilleras

which shrink into puny moraines.

 

supernovas paint millennia of sky.

bullets from outer space,

meteoric in their brief blazing bright,

never silence the planet’s breath.

 

a single poppy,

 

eager orange-yellow globe,

eye of molten dinosaurs,

opens, for a moment, 

to guzzle down years--

 

years gone, frozen forever,

even though, for the poppy, 

they burn with the friction of eons.

yes, for the poppy,

millions of years compress into a brilliant fresh moment.

and then they simply explode, so fast,

in glorious bloom.

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12/21/25

7/18/24