22 – in the cracks

deep in the concrete jungle,

there is a small oasis

hidden in the courtyard of aging hotel,

a forgotten service entrance,

cracked sidewalk,

seeds blown

caught in the crevice’s

dust gathered by rain,


roots growing down,

limbs shooting up,

a nest


a leaky pipe,

a small lake,

flowers bloom



the sweet nectar,

a hive,

a little jungle

that no one sees.

2 thoughts on “22 – in the cracks

  1. I really like the way this poem makes the little jungle seem huge at the same time we know it is rather small. The words you used just really helped give me that feeling. I just liked this poem a lot.

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