Field full of flowers.
“Poppy! ”
I tell her.
...
You charm my fears
tickle them under the chin
tickle their tums
...
I’m heading West
(where ever that is) .
I march off
...
You lead me
down to the depths
of the basement
...
Tilted back chair
tilted back hat
always spoke
...
My heart nothing but
an onion skin thin
sheet of paper
...
At first
the loss
& the world losing
...