Long grass was supposed to be our comparison to our childhood
but now i all think of is allergies and bee stings.
i dont enjoy the poppies,
far too flamboyant in that red dress,
tapping her black shoes until till we are a heaving migraine
of self-pity and poppies.
It is a violation to pick flowers
the abortion of a blooming field.
Leave the flowers child
and back to the long grass I go,
water dripping down the tip of my nose
whilst the poppies dance once again.
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