Parched ground. searing sun. The cacti’s collective yawn. What is a few more degrees to them? Their fibers hoard their water. Their needles guard their excess against the unwary consumer.
Why would they care about climate change?
temperature spike
the unpredictability
of coming storms
for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #75: Spike up a Poem (pubtended by De Jackson)
Reena Saxena 
Thank you for the reblog, Reena! 😀
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