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In Crevices
by Gail Wolper
in crevices between the rocks,
hide the tiny creatures,
who feed on lichens or
on that which is, to us,
invisible.
when spring rains arrive
the blooms pried open
from the rocks
dense flowers
that blossom like the opening
of a women's skirts
here it is,
here we are
and have always been,
waiting,
laughing at your surprise...
© Gail Wolper 2012
09/02/2014 Posted on 09/02/2014
Copyright © 2025 Gail Wolper
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 09/02/14 at 11:37 PM an opening of any sort portends surprise - the waiting is what we live for... the thrill of anticipation, of discovery. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/03/14 at 03:09 AM Cool poetics here. Excellent personification. |
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