Poppies

we took what

we thought was this

half whimsical completely

unorthodox chance

and scattered the seeds

we brought across

the last winter snow

covering the meadow

pouring them into

our cupped hands

right from the round

cardboard container

with the painted picture

on the cover

of all those

pretty flowers

throwing them

through the

cold air

with a wide

playful

careless

who-gives-a-shit

toss

and now the fertile

summer field is all aglow

with orange poppies

smiling

floating

drifting up between

the blue linum

and native grasses

beside the foraging rabbits

the black crows

the local fox

and damn

if we didn't

laugh later

when we found

the very same

instructions

for planting

printed on

the empty box