Opportunity


She
Waits
While flowers on cacti bide their time
To bloom.
The arid desert for two minutes
Will smell sweetly of pollen
And then
Of the scent of dying life.

When the sunlight hits the petals
They will shiver,
And lose strength.
With each passing second they
Will crumble to nothing
But dust
In Tucson,
Where we once loved.

Opportunity

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