There was a poppy growing on the freeway.
The other cars went around it,
And I stopped, that was my day.
The wind sways the flowers nearby,
And the poppy upright, near where cars sit.
There was a poppy growing on the freeway.
I saw a poppy, didn’t I, on Sunday?
Under all the smog drip,
And I stopped, that was my day.
Didn’t I see that flower yesterday?
Growing in concrete, no soil, unfit.
There was a poppy growing on the freeway.
A singular golden poppy.
If it’’s illegal to pick a California poppy
Why can cars drive over one?
The poppy is still standing,
I stopped, and I saw it today.