Sea Poppies
Amber husk
fluted with gold,
fruit on the sand
marked with a rich grain,
treasure
spilled near the shrub—pines
to bleach on the boulders:
your stalk has caught root
among wet pebbles
and drift flung by the sea
and grated shells
and split conch—shells.
Beautiful, wide—spread,
fire upon leaf,
what meadow yields
so fragrant a leaf
as your bright leaf?
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