Invasive Thistle

She's staying.
Purple faces clay colored hills. She protects with thistle thorns. Machete to soil, she returns with a vast undersea tuber or spread seeds, she scorns. This cardoon swims on dust, as a desert pony trusts no one eats wild artichokes. She is Invasive pervasive
Poem and image Caroline Gerardo Copyright July  21, 2016