poppy fields

i really do admire poppies. i love how their bloody red pops out of the green and yellow fields in late spring, and makes the landscape a bit psychadelic. i love that they perish so quickly after you collect them, as if they were trying to say they can only live when they are perfectly free. i love that opium is made out of them, which makes them a little dangerous, a little deadly. and right now i would like to fall asleep in a poppy field, just like dorothy from the wizard of oz.