Suddenly we drive past fields and fields
of yellow giants--my eyes spinning
pinwheels and voice repeating,
look! look! look!
But my boys do not look up
from their bleeping phones because
it's just a bunch of flowers
spreading through the meadow
by the thousands, faces to the sun
like flowers everywhere.
No matter the giants stand in perfect rows
like China's Terracotta Army.
They are too quiet to impress.
If only they were crowing
and butting, if only they were
rushing toward us and exploding,
the boys might want a better look
and lift their beeping phones to
maybe take a picture
or two.
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