Poppy


She echoed in the dim light,
her straight black hair leaving memories,
as she walked with head tilted down
contemplating smaller beings
seldom noticed and appreciated.

Her hands cause a sensation,
wrapped as they are ,
around a basket filled to the brim
with poppies and snakes.
I think it is mostly the snakes.

She notices not the shadow
that follows her every step
cautiously memorizing
the shape of her back
as loved as ever a back could be.

 

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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