The poetry assignment was to take a poem you like, notice why you like it, and try to copy it. I chose e. e. cummings’ “i carry your heart with me” because I was supposed to read it a few weeks ago and got sick at the last minute.
red poppy ride
the day after you left we rose early to ride bikes
(41 miles)
you were with me all the way
did you see the last weary bluebonnets
verbena and black-eyed Susans and white poppies. No red.
when the good folks of Walburg and Weir woke up
watched one thousand cyclists wind around fields of what will be corn
past horses with hearts held close inside skin finally
(at mile 37)
yellow butterflies beside mailbox 2543
and red poppies.
