Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Ode to the Cactus

O, the cactus. Ascetic.
Thirsty--
but nobly thirsty.

The dense desert nun.
The firm green upright saint on
the succulent cusp of a canyon.

Flowering only at night
for the moon
and a band of coyotes'
colorful howling.

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