Its ruby blossoms
Glisten with morning dew
Its thorns
Take the heedless unaware
Slash deep
Draw blood
Leave splinters in the open wound
Remove the splinters
Stop the blood
The healing process must begin
Left in
The thorns will poison the soul
Slay the spirit
Kill all hope
Poet's
Note: This poem was written in 1992 or 1993. I think the inspiration
was a nature documentary about the desert or desert plants.
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