I placed my cactus in your house
but that was my mistake.
It barely needed glowing attention or
prickly waxy arms hugged by dripping rain.

I placed my cactus in your house,
but that was my mistake.
When I had the chubby plant on the ledge,
it usually stretched yellow flowers at the sky.

I placed my cactus in your house,
but that was my mistake.
It dried up, went dim and almost died so
sob quietly because it’s attempting to heal.

I placed my cactus in your house,
but that was my mistake.
Loving mocha pins once rode on cotton shirts,
until barren smiles brushed them to the ground.

I placed my cactus in your house,
But that was my mistake.
I should have kept it here under crystal clouds,
so it could have spread its pinching lanky seeds.

AG