Week of Aug 10, 2015

Real Cactus

to bare-handed

a cactus
grown too tall
for buried roots

grown since
a 6-inch baby
now 4 feet

and falling
dirt flying.
Who wouldn’t

at least try
to save.
Who would

think then
of sharp spines
broken in finger skin.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2010

From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine

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