Roadside Poppies

Drought year scorches, but someone waters us.
Our four orange petals flash on median strips.
We’re wrapped in tailpipe emissions,
parched with dust on rainless days. Still, we shelter bugs.
Ladybugs, ants, and spiders hide
wrapped in our nighttime hug,
sheltered from blind trucks, dry wind,
3 AM busses with no one on board.
Oh, yes, hear the endless police cars,
gunshots zip past us. Pop. Pying.
Battles over meth and small cash.
Humans sleep in parking lots:
graybeards with gravel voices and stinking breaths
forage midnight dumpsters for chicken legs and pies.
They howl as they sink in shadows.
These songs can make you tremble and weep.
Caffeinated EMT vans crash by
filled with your broken. Still, we dance before dawn.
Nothing scares us.


About pelicanguy6

I'm an environmental educator and writer currently based in Oakland, California. I plan to include a hiking/nature journal on this blog, along with articles on environmental education, travel articles, poetry, and spontaneous thoughts. I am a passionate hiker and camper and a world traveler. I really enjoy cooking vegetarian feasts, and specialize in veggie German meals for Oktoberfest.
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