Friday, January 2, 2015

A Poppy Above Athens

How did it push itself through 
Ancient rock I wondered that day
On the Acropolis. A lonely poppy
Minute like a small splash of blood,
Grown through stone fragrant
Above Athens, the Parthenon's
Shadow blanketing it. 

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