There's a hole in the tree outside <br />cross the street from my sister's house <br />like a gaping portal <br /> <br />something calling <br />inviting <br />reach my hands there to that lip <br /> <br />and grip and stretch and pull it like labia <br />hoist myself up and in <br />and in <br /> <br />right down <br />to the belly and the soul of that tree <br />i'll snuggle there <br /> <br />nestle there <br />amid the wood scent <br />and dream and dream<br /><br />Pilar (Pia) Mogollon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hole-in-the-tree/
