When I opened my shutters I saw
A poppy had
appeared
Like life
In a burst of blood
red
Bright as the sun
Blown by the wind
The red of passion
Of the heart and
heat
With its dark
purple-black core
Holding the seed
casket of new life
Delicate
translucent petals
Crumpled like
crushed silk
Clinging to their
spiky hirsute stem
Destined to fall
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