for these few days to encounter
the pure genitalia of the cactus
hot pink with a yellow center
otherwise known as the flower
while down under the dirt
its veined brain with its words
weighs the quiddities
of knowledge and power
while aloft the busy needles
fall asleep at their machines
dreaming new shades of green
while we stand mouths agape
who to this flower is not hairy ape
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