[cracked]

She found it on a side street so long it had begun to unravel, like the sleepy conversation of old neighbors on porch-lit nights, each too polite to go inside.  It found her: a miniature forest born of a crack in the pavement. Green surged out from the center, leaving delicate veins splintered in the surrounding sidewalk. Her eyes followed the streams of steady waters trickledup from beneath.  She came to hands and knees, bowing closer. There were hills and waterfalls, cliffs like sharp elbows and tiny tropical birds that flew in spirals around the treetops.  Above the cusp of green, naked branches spindled outwards into the vast evening.  Lithe, yet sturdy: the ribs of a beast.  As she bent closer the tips of her hair brushed the limbs of the trees.  She could almost  feel it breathing.

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[Glen Yumang Manese]

Now this has appeal from start to finish...I like how you bring us a world all its own in a crack...and yet the scenery is full of life in the smallest of form...at first I thought "a rose grew out of concrete" then you add more lines with the unfolding of the visual aspect of the verse with her curiosity as she gets closer and closer...well-crafted in this paragraph of a poem...