A happy little poem for today. Just because.
Roadside Poppies
The way the poppies
trespass,
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
seeded
on a monday morning
commute.
Poetry | Kellelynne | 
June 6, 2012 10:25 am
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By Holly Bernabe, June 6, 2012 @ 4:12 pm
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.
By Kellelynne, June 6, 2012 @ 4:49 pm
One of my favorites too, Holly. Thanks for reading!