Poppy in the Sun

Poppy in the Sun

a blast of colour
   confronts us
in our walk.
it gives me
and so i stop.

      i think of 
   bright and
shiny things 
      that i
   might want.
but though they 
in the light,
i know better,

   so I like to think, 
because their glitter 
has so little meaning 
      in fast 
approaching night