we have to make our own way:
like carving the arch
in a dense hedge.
Brick walls all around
insulated by roses:
beautiful, but treacherous
to push through.
Finding a narrow path in the brick
shears in hand, we chop away
as tall as we are, we carve the archway
till one by one
maybe two by two
we'll duck on one side
and finally get through.
17/7/10
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