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Ginette Callaway    ginettecallaway.com

He always carried
packets of poppy`seeds
on the front`seat of his car
and at every stop`sign
tossed a hand`ful
      to the roadside
before driving on
toward the setting sun
knowing in a time to come
drivers would see why
they had stopped
      verse`less poetry
for eyes un`versed
minds closed to grace
who once tossed wrappers
where now the poppies
shamelessly wave 

“I want to know the root goes deep
on all that came before” ~ Naomi Shihab Nye


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to Poppy`Seeds

  1. you sow gorgeous gardens for the sake of our eyes


  2. Cheryl Ruffing says:

    Like Miss Rumphius, who was told she must do something to make the world more beautiful.


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