Poem: Poppy

 

Poppy

 

animals come and go without a tomb,

following mountain ranges

which shrank into puny moraines.

 

bullets from outer space,

meteoric in their brief blaze of bright,

never silence the planet’s breath.

 

and yet a single poppy, 

like a petal-fest of supernovas, 

outshines them all.

eternity painted in space.

 eager orange yellow,

 molten eye of mineral dinosaurs,

opening to guzzle down,

to witness, to comprehend,

infinity--

 all that cosmic drama

in the visage of the poppy,

how burns with the friction of eons:

everything, all that has been, 

compressed into a brilliant, fresh moment.

an explosion, so vast and somehow tender,

of glorious bloom.

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