My daughter looks like a red poppy
plucked from a field of poppies
sunny in the rain
the red hood of her jacket bobbing
on her head as she runs to the car
turns to me
The car pulls away.
My heart is red and full
with a thousand poppies
nodding their heads
except in that very spot
where she was standing
where the rain falls.
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