Beyond Metaphor for Amy Some nights require closure and other nights are just closed like the California poppy closes to survive the chill. The California poppies inked into your arm reflect how you stand in a world seized by refusal of meaning. Now morning draws the flower out of itself—vivid, new. Notice in first light the entire field, in full profusion and color, is you.
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Ah, that brought on a smile Thank you
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