Even at 110 degrees
These fleshy flowers bloom
A little regular irrigation
Induces these purple cups
To defy the passionate sun
With shades of won-through joy
A sober joy a tempered joy
Sturdy green leaves turned
Into pale and deeper purple
After all that's happened
How can they be merely
Creatures of our earth
Preferring beauty to pleasure
Taking comfort in the stars
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