Andalusian Poppy Dreams
By Don Iannone

Whose seeds auspiciously wait
for the right moment to grasp our heart
in a blazing reddish orange glow,
Like some Picasso dream,
they arrive in surging waves of color,
Their time is now to awaken, ever so violently,
against a lazy blue Andalusian sky,
that can keep their secret no longer,
Their time has come.