I wouldn’t necessarily call myself a flower
nor a tree, but I am so inextricably
linked to and affected by environment
by how much water and sun I receive
in the warmest, driest of places
I bloom where others wilt
rain just drowns me, soaks into skin

I’d not hesitate to call myself a cactus
made stronger by desert heat
an evening of rain a month enough
you can find me happiest
up a mountain, by the side of the road
sprouting gladly by the LA freeway

I only ask for 300 sun days
for steadfast friends to give me a drop
I am so linked to my environment
and these wet winters
only serve to make me more prickly


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