CAVEAT
by Fiona Benson
But consider the cactus:
Its thick hide
and parched aspect
still harbour a moist heart;
nick its rind and
sap rises up like sugared milk
from the store of water
held beneath its spines,
its armoury of barbs
and, once a lifetime,
when the hard rain falls
there is this halo of flowers.
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