POPPY FIELDS (1)
From the 2016 Collection "Nickels and Dimes"
The moon lulls me
as I wade through poppy fields,
dragging limp hands behind me,
catching each pod long enough
before it snaps upright again
like the click of a turnstile.
Somewhere on the edge of the field
where deer bed,
I find my lonesome cushion
and melt unto it
without sound or smile,
having nothing to show for the day
but a few benign dreams
From the 2016 Collection "Nickels and Dimes"
A collection of Juvenilia
