hidden among the wild roses. A 6' x 6" foot prickly pear
and this shiny & optimist nopales. Not something I will
tackle to prepare although the fruit treasured. I love the prickly
pear's otherworldly presence. It's profound & biting sense of
I grew up with wild roses & have fondness for that memory
& their first sweet smells of spring.
Here, wild roses & nopales make a keen friendship --
believable, and slightly not so.
And the next poem -- what unlikely combination?