Spring brings flowers blooming in unexpected places,
Most surprisingly among the sharp needles of cacti.
In showy routine they change to fruit;
Folding closed and maturing into nourishment.
I never planned to put down roots among these blossoms
But I died here and spilled seeds into soaking monsoon soil.
Now I grow and bloom again and again like the cactus flowers;
In an enduring Spring I fold, mature, and transform into fruit.