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How I Rose Against The Thorns.

Updated on March 15, 2011

 It snagged me unaware,

hiking National Saguarro forest

with both legs bare. 

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I brushed against 
some barrel cacti
whose prickly personality

decided to attack my....

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"calf "...punctuated with
exclamation points,

which I made a point

of exclaiming about

in rather loud shouts.

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 It‘s the first time
I‘ve ever cussed out

a cactuses offenses,
but my leg resembled a
balding porcupine,
stripped down to his
last defenses.

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I sat alone in the

middle of nowhere,
carefully removing
the sharp spines,

embedded there.

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Hoping some stray
beast hadn't
urinated on them,
or passing vultures
hadn't defecated

over each stem.

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Then I beat feet
back to my car,
as a precaution
against any toxins

it might have  

injected so far.

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Later I was left
with eight red blots

that looked a lot

like polio shots. 

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Souvenirs of my

desert jaunt that gave  

a little more prickly heat


then I'd expected to brave.

 

©-MFB III




 

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