the cactus in eden

the cactus in eden                                October 18, 2015
i’m trying to write
about repotting a cactus
but just like it
fell over in the wind
while i went to get another bag of dirt
my poems flop on the page

the cactus is propped
while it settles in
because it is three feet tall
and the branches at the top
ruin the balance
of a plant with a three inch root ball

like the man in california
all branch and no root
all spine and no fruit
all show and no truth

no wonder i
am pierced with thorns
through and through
and haven’t even roses
to show for my love

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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