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Article: YELLOW FLOWERS, OTUREHUA.(Poem)
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- Quadrant
- Article date:
- March 1, 2001
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There's a field of rampant, pale yellow flowers
east of the road north of Oture.
Thirty acres of the bloody stuff, the farmer says,
and I'm damned if I know what it's called.
Unobtrusive for months, now it's grown like fury
beneath wide skies where clouds are stalled.
I can't tell him the name either. He says,
with a dismissive sweep of a hand,
the sheep don't like it much, so I guess
it's there to stay. Its roots go deep, which,
given his surname, irks to understand
his attachment here, too. There's a rich
vein of family ...