or dimly sense,
that there's a future
hidden in this scene;
the shadow of the sea,
a dock,
a destination...
But just for now
I think I'll focus on these poppies;
drink in their brilliant reds
and strum my fingers
across their crowned heads,
listening
for their sweet green music,
the jangled imperfections
of Now.
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