a spill
of poppies down the hill
fill
my view
to see me through
another day
when there’s that devil to pay
the California poppy
is the State Flower
no sappy
homily
broadcast every hour
to make me forget
this Greatest State
could be its own country
except that
we’re more American
than Washington D.C.
those inept
prevaricarians
who do not follow where we lead
the last best hope
like poppies spilling down the slope