tell me to pull out the weeds as you point
to the flowers see one red poppy
miraculously protruding from a pile of
thorns and you say get rid of it that looks
weird
i nod wait for you to leave when you’re
gone i clear out all the thorns tend to
the one red poppy like she’s my only
child water her sing her a lullaby give
her all the space she needs to grow
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you come by the following spring
look confused and angry say you
didn’t do what I asked madly stamp
over all the red poppies pull some
out give up and leave
say they will die just you wait but
they don’t they reappear the
following spring and the one after
that ha ha ha
