the hole in the wall
by Graham Catt



a tree is growing
through the hole in the wall

there is a bird's nest in the tree
and a kite tangled in the higher branches

water is flowing
through the hole in the wall

bringing the occasional fish
and the stink of sea air

once, two mountaineers emerged from the hole
with grappling hooks and snow on their boots

and another time, late at night
I looked through the hole

saw the moon and a carpet of stars
as though we were floating in space

the city asleep
far below us






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