Cactus

By Tita Lacambra-Ayala

Excuse the cactus

thirsting on the sill

excuse it's quills

stuck out :

they're only an attempt

at self-defense.

See how it bleeds

to fossils the old sand

itself looking to be such

a fussy fossil.

Not quite futile.

It should require

some sort of guile

some genius

to subsist on suns

ome lake of sand

(have both for free!)

and come out looking

freshly green,

(juicy even)
as if in spite of

as if in fun.