Pilar (Pia) Mogollon

(1969 / indianapolis)

A Hole In The Tree


There's 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

Submitted: Saturday, June 23, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, March 16, 2011
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  • Davidia Kartina (6/23/2007 4:38:00 PM)

    wow your luck t have found that i once knew a tree that had a hole in it........, it waas dead sort of like how i felt at the time when i saw it (i was a bit dead in side) .., ,


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