tressling and untressling the wild grasses
with soft whispers of summer
maybe the midnight toad song
that you thought was a bird
but the birds don’t garnish the night
with their ditties
maybe the slow lean of sunflowers
that you thought were reaching
but were only trying to forget
maybe the single red poppy
standing in the beautiful waves of barley
so alive
it turns my insides with shame
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Poetry and Photography by Michael Ashley. Photo taken with an iPhone in Segovia, Spain.
