In their own way
almost
beautiful
these
ferals dancing
upon
our hillside.
The yellow flowers blooming
far
from home:
French
Flax, Wild Mustard,
Latin names too hard
for
us to learn.
Delicate,
so easy
to
pull out, roots and all,
they
shudder under the sun.
We
discuss methods
of
eradication.
On
the fertile ground
by
the roadside
We
have removed them
with
spray and machete,
but
up here among the rocks
on
our wildest slopes,
they
cling with hope.
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