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.

~Kellelynne H. Riley