Cactus

		Blushing blue, he ponders
		The implanted cactus in his garden-
		Stately, straight, secret.

		Enhanced pores soak
		The water of knowledge within,
		And the cactus' flowers bloom.

		But, the cactus no longer blooms
		For him, who sits blushing blue.
		For him, only needles of seeming treason.