Why does the street-trash Christmas cactus
which mooches all year in a dumb clay pot
between two larger, dazzling, talkier plants,
suddenly dress up, make a pink media splash?
You’d have to say it’s the ultimate bi-polar plant:
down drooping in the dumps day after dreary day
slumping on the window sill as sorry as you see
between two showy scintillators smiling so at me.
I have to wonder if there is some parable applies
the plant saves up all year so it can give us a surprise
and open beauty when the rest are slowly giving up
and give us all a jump-start like a happy birthday pup.
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