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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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POPPIES (4)

 

When we haven’t seen each other

                for hours, or it can be days, the traffic

of life so busy that even in the same house

 

I can’t find you, I long for that time in early

                morning when the sun arching over

the earth finds the poppies, and

 

softly kissing closed bud convinces

                lips to yield, tonguing

lightly the golden petals until

 

mouth, hungry for the radiant

                light and its insistent pleasure,

fully opens.

 

—─Robert Rothman