A single poppy sits
A single poppy sits Bet- tween railroad tracks
Just barely low enough
Just barely low enough. It feels the gusts
Just barely low enough. It feels the gusts As it struggles to stay grounded.
One day the poppy sees an actual person
They’re gripping many different flowers tears down their face
The poppy watches curiously as they step onto the track
The poppy hears a train. The person doesn’t move.
The poppy watches It tries to stand tall
The poppy watches It tries to stand tall Tell the person To get off the rails.
The poppy is losing strength It droops right onto the rail.
The poppy doesn’t want to leave
The poppy doesn’t want to leave It does not want to feel the pain.
The poppy closes its eyes and awaits its fate.
It feels a tug.
and rises the train roars the poppy is still together.
The person is smiling skin crinkling joy in their eyes
The flowers they’re holding rustle against the paper
The person kneels placing the flowers onto the railroad
they look at the poppy again twirling it between fingers
they carry it gently still staring at it smile growing wider and wider.