Prompt ...Poem for a plant
My fingers ache
My quicks are torn
My eyelids droop
with fatigue
My legs are on automatic pilot
running up and down stairs
I would like to fall into a bath
full of frangipani and wild jasmine
but I will choose the lone tiny cactus
sitting on the sill to honour
It thrives regardless
so grateful for a few drops of water
to quench its crew cut needles
so reliable I don't need to get a plant sitter
sits in a closed up room for weeks on end
and is always pleased to see me when
I come home
I like its defiance.
I'm told even defiant friends respond to their proper treatment with unexpected blossomings. You couldn't tell it from my jade, which like your cactus keeps on chugging, green but not a whole lot more.
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