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Over On the Coast
~Over On the Coast~
Her killer observes the tide pools from a high ancient cliff
and grins over fossilized shells stuck in sandstone faces
while beachcombers wonder below.
He's the only one who sees her hair
tangled in the ball of bull kelp just off shore.
His getaway route is a mangle of flora.
The tires of his car
spin a few times.
A thousand golden poppies smear like mustard
for wildflower sandwiches.
you wrote of golden poppies
you wrote of golden poppies and Poppy2011 of black ones
I hate those movie chase scenes which actually do rip through the flowered fields