the hole in the wall

a place to sit and dream, the water passing brief boats flowing by...it's the old tale, that the hole in the wall, at a certain time, under a certain moon, or, maybe when two stars meet...at some point known becomes a gateway to what? this urban universe becomes a different gate, the same path a variation upon itself...beyond here is where stories occur although the ending may be somewhere else entirely and the tale be unwritten, a whisper upon the breath of others...and here an hour may pass in a breath, upon the margins, once upon a time...