for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

quenched (cactus haiku prompted by the Haiku Foundation facebook site)

the cactus blooms
while i thirst
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prickly cactus
to me: ‘touch me not’
my thirst unquenched

desert air brushing my skin
for comfort

desert wind
its rough embrace hurts
but not for the cactus

pear cactus
cut in strips to cook
in its own water

January 26, 2011 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments