The cactus that

lives in Sam’s

yard, is a

Century Plant

which blooms

only once in

its long lifetime.

Donning large

yellow flower

buds that fall

apart piece

by piece and

retire to the

Earth during

a minute sliver

of time. Like

a bee that

stings once

then dies

having let go

of the only

weapon it

possesses.

Beauty is like

that you know.

The harder it

is to produce

the more

potent. The

quicker it

leaves you

the more

you wish it

would stay.