I can’t say that I got that far
From where the wildest poppies are
Before I tripped and turned around
To go return to what I’d found.
A field of flowers stood untouched
And back I ran! Yes, back I rushed!
So none could steal before I stole
The ocean hills of growing gold.
The poppies stood where they’d been left
Awaiting my befated theft,
I reached for them, they reached for me,
And I was plucked, as I should be.
I sunk roots in the purple plains
And put up yellow petal suns,
I’m where the wildest poppies are,
I can say that I got that far.
Illustration by DALL-E.