Fury rushes through me
As I scurry hurriedly towards them
The dazzling yellow blinds my sight
I trip and fall but
It doesn't stop me
Nothing will; I need to do this.
Their yellow is mocking
Bright in the early dawn
They need to go, they have to go
I come upon them all at once
My mind racing
As I tear them up from the ground
The dirt flies while I cry
And finally, finally, it is done
They are no more; I have demolished
The yellow.
MARIGOLDS
Olivia Sweeney, 2020
Madisen Caferro, 2019
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