the field of poppies

that stretched to the side of the road

you told me to pull over
and we stood on asphalt shore

where orange sea spread past the hills
and soft spring breeze swayed cool

and i smiled at your smile
so happy to see you happy

you took my hand and squeezed it hard
as the sun seemed to sink into cloud shadowed islands

that stranded memory still finds
when i think of that day

ablaze with you.