Form: Free Verse
Jutting arms
stretching in heat
a juxtaposition where nothing grows
he stands in the endless sun
reaching deep beneath the sands
his scent inviting
the bright humming birds
to sup from his nectar
from his sticky fingers
each a blooming platter
of fruity blossom
in the desert
he serves dessert
beneath the cloudless sky
with no sign of rain
his sweet flowers must die
and the stoic cactus
stands stark on the horizon
in the silence of the desert lands
©JG Farmer 2020
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