Did you know
there will be poppies
again this year?
It’s true. I’ve seen
their muted green fractals
stockpiling sunlight,
distilling it down
to its purest essence
before igniting
into slow motion fireworks.
In the end, isn’t this all
that’s required of you?
To drink in what you love,
to concentrate it
in the crucible of your body,
and, finally, to bloom.
–From my book, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
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