teetering on the window sill

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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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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