A happy little poem for today. Just because.


Roadside Poppies

The way the poppies

bloom-shine mango
bursts from pavement cracks
and highway medians,
floods luminous and wild
across windshields,
spills sweet
over mugs of black coffee.

Overflows sunglass-rims
and hearts together.

Tidy souls, we
never expect
to find such illicit love
on a monday morning



  1. Reply
    Holly Bernabe June 6, 2012

    Poppies are my favorite flower! I especially adore the red ones. Lately on my daily walks, I’ve discovered some other colors I haven’t seen before. I love those too, but red is still my favorite.

  2. Reply
    Kellelynne June 6, 2012

    One of my favorites too, Holly. Thanks for reading!

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