upon waking one day i find
that her husk has broken
and fallen away
her poppy petals lovely
against the hairy husks of her kin.
for days she hangs her head;
i am weary, sad, feeling kinship
yesterday her first petal faded
which seemed to confirm my sadness.
i began to write this poem,
as the words began to mark the page
a hunk of faded petals fell.
a bundle of yellow stalks with golden tips
her own sun, shining.