In the whole garden

like screens of green plane

of green rising into the morning sun

 a single poppy

 more ornate, fuller, larger

 as if a shower puff,

 overlapping petals

 a singular color, melting

salmon steak and orange sherbet

 richer, softer

crepe paper ribbon bloom

drinking in the light against a sea of green

From Raymond A. Foss, A single poppy