Poppies

 

Such dainty creatures

and light headed

with an expression of ultimate femininity

they plunge their hairy legs into earth

the fuzz of selfassurance

 

Pluck a poppy

and all too fast she wilts

uprooted

her resiliance reliant 

on the jam and juice

the Joy of being bound and grounded

then strung on that chord

she hums

like a fragile festive balloon

spreads her colour

along the railroad tracks

where she hangs out

with bluebells, daisies and dandelions

those feisty rascals

 

homeless and unwanted

they celebrate

in each others exquisite company

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