If I could gather them all up,
all my poppies,
and serve mimosas,
at 10:00 a.m,
what would we talk about?
Am I that self-centered,
to wonder who will fade first?
Who will bend to the wind?
and who
lastly,
sweetly,
will remind me euphorically-
a blue sky summer?
Drink up,
untie this ribbon,
leave my glass a quarter full.
save a few wedges of melon for dessert,
The lawn needs mowing today.
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