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This appears in a pre-2010 issue of Down in the Dirt magazine.
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Sunflowers
Christian Ward
We ate lunch by a field of sunflowers,
watching their petals flop like a folded
out tissue paper crown. I wanted to
mock them as I sat under a giant oak,
tease their colour (stolen from their
lesser cousin, the dandelion)
as I ripped the flesh off my roasted
chicken. That would be my moment,
I thought. I wanted to stand over
their decapitated stalks and be tall,
not feeling their brown suns burn
as the field was set alight by my tongue.