A Hole, ' Through The Sky Poem by James McLain
A Hole, ' Through The Sky
Our side of the hole it is smooth.
It is flush with the wall and well rounded.
Jagged I know are the edges, your side.
Here is the why, we know that it is.
We took a drill from my dads tool box.
The side it went in was kind of rough not smooth.
The side it came out, it felt like the clouds.
When we look as you wish,
when you wish us to look, at the sun on the other side.
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