Wednesday, April 17, 2013

17. there are orchids

In the cave there are orchids
not flowering in the sun
but fashioned in the secrecy of dark,
the precious flowing of time
and the quiet growing of drip.
Layered and veined,
petrified butterfly wings,
the imaginations of children
and subtly crayoned chemical graffiti
an ingenious beauty within.

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