This Stone Wall
Five layers deep
Awakened from sleep
Fragile cracks
For so long
In this secret garden
Transplanted from
this obscure spot
tucked ‘neath the alley and pine
waiting for ivy to spill in its cracks
fungus and mossy with lime
Will children adorn you with lace of Queen Anne
My hope is that fairies be found
Inbetween and beneath
All the creatures will creep
Until blossoms jump forth all around.
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