Poppies glow in foot-
hill roadsides and desert views
of childhood picnics.
Memorial Day.
Mother all smiles in the heat,
her wide-brimmed straw hat.
That distant look in
Dad’s eyes. South Pacific gore.
Flesh of the poppies.
Poppies glow in foot-
hill roadsides and desert views
of childhood picnics.
Memorial Day.
Mother all smiles in the heat,
her wide-brimmed straw hat.
That distant look in
Dad’s eyes. South Pacific gore.
Flesh of the poppies.