A hole in the tree outside
cross the street from my sister's house
like a gaping portal
something calling
inviting
reach my hands there to that lip
and grip and stretch and pull it like labia
hoist myself up and in
and in
right down to the belly and the soul of that tree
i'll snuggle there
nestle there
amid the wood scent
and dream and dream
©16 May 2007
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