Ouch
I'm not very good
With plants,
Which they seem to know
In advance.
As soon as I own them
They start to wilt
And die,
Except for the cacti
On my sill,
Which, try as I will,
Won't give in.
Resilient, they reach
For the sky, occasionally
Surprising me,
With a sharp, sudden
Prick.
17/1/11.
