ISSN 1542-1171GLOSS<www.glosszine.org> |
Issue #1 Winter 2002Poppy Field |
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Summer
ripens across the land. Swallows transport
southern waters into the orchard Pomegranates
shine like foreheads full of thoughts Our
hosts lie supine in berries staring
at the poppy-covered sky
The
little animals are quiet left
paws crossed over right Quail
bob-white in their jars. Horses strike
fire near the house of white pines O
my life, take a break now hang
hunger on the poppy’s hook Sniff
fruit pits, squeeze a handful of soil See
the sharp flames on golden pears
Close
your eyes. Summer slips
into your sleep. As you wake hear
flowers chatter in the basket of the field See
endless sunflowers burning like a hundred horseheads spinning madly in the sun |
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