a poppy
grows
in a crack
in my driveway
orange as a desert sunrise
striving against
the concrete
bending with exhaust
and wind
a rebellion of leaf and root
incompatible
with the yards nearby
a magic spell
that came without words
but as dream nurtured
simply by not crushing it
though it will fade
in the coming days
but not before
scattering its seeds
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