Two hikers on a mountain trail
pass a solitary Poppy.
One remembers a lost loved one;
one, feeling high and floppy.
Poppy Trigger [Lyric Poem]
1

the glade is ringed
in yellow wildflowers:
astir with bees.





sugarcane waves
with the passing of cars:
silver tassels mussed.
Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why?
Definitely mountains. The beach has its time. But I have a finite tolerance for heat, sand, and – worst of all – people. Mountains usually have less of all three, and rarely more than two out of three.
