"Here you are, rushing in again at the last minute, settling where you will. From a distance I could confuse you with the others lining the road in bright yellow spring. But of course you are a delicate flower, no staid daffodil or trenchant dandelion. I can see as I get closer that you will always be young, your hat always blowing, half-covering your face now caught in laughter, your hand half up to hold it on."

'Welsh Poppy', by Patricia Debney

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