Poppy
I paid and bought poppy; on my chest, is funny
it speaks in mirror with the eyes, eyebrows
that are mine…and questions:
“Whom is for? ”
“For you all…” I say and mean by all
“War’s both sides…enemy, Canada.”
Such comment helps cool down…
poppy too, waves as if
prefers removal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully presented poem, I love it. (10++++....)