Cactus Practice
My cactus is in bloom,
It feels so wrong,
It feels so out-of-line –
It’s job is just to loom,
All decade long,
With no intent.
It always seemed so stoic
Old as yore,
With little outward sign –
But was this shy heroic,
Waiting for
It’s chance to vent ?
My cactus is in bloom,
What should I do ?
It’s out-of-temper’ment –
It just sits in my room,
All decade through,
In stalk and spine.
It always seemed so zen,
So green and squat –
But this is decadent !
Was it just waiting, then,
Until it got
It’s chance to shine ?
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