
These little water catchers,
sponges of the desert,
green islands dotting the sand sea,
armed to protect the well within.
Most often I avoid this plant;
reminding my husband to trim
around the base of our pear
tree when the first white blooms
rain down, certain the wild
cacti will reappear near
the trunk. But this day,
while sitting on my parent’s
porch, I spied a blossom
offered from a prickly tuft,
and I wondered why
I’ve been so resistant to see
beauty here in the most arid
of places. West Texas
may not be lush, but it has art —
vibrant orange-hued sunsets,
full view blue skies, and treasures
that bloom in the desert sand.

—C.L. Fisher, May 2020
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