A Hillsborough Community College Student Publication since 1978.
By Richard F. Gaspar (for Judy)
“Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,”
Frost once wrote, not considering this one probably at all.
Still, I crawl, and crawl, and crawl.
Up the ancient Asian stones, Mommy and Daddy, behind me, ensuring I don’t fall.
I stop to look and touch each stone, not considering at all,
that someone somewhere once thought there could be
“Something there is that doesn’t love a wall.”