A hole in a wall;
a semi-circular beginning.
He promised me
balmy summer nights,
the sound of laughter
and the smell of pizza.

It gapes, empty and bare;
concrete proof
of DIY intentions.

Still, I like it that way.
Through the arch I can see green lawn
and a lemon tree — and today,
a spider has left a perfect web
rays reaching outwards
like the sun.

© by Belinda Veldman.
Used with the author’s permission.