I have a bud. Or two!

Prickly Pear cactus
I met a lady, roadside stand,
selling farm-fresh,
Indiana sweet corn
and noticed her dirty hands.

She had been digging,
her garden well groomed
and there under her apple tree,
pear cactus bloom.

One thing led to another
and off I took, with my 
Sedona, Arizona memories,
her heart entwined with mine.

My garden friend recently passed. Life goes on and we realize we can take a piece of life, not only our life, but a stranger and a desert place, moving forward, in remembrance of the precious gift we are to somebody. Peace. J❤️🎶🎶🎶

Memoir Poetry

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