This is a photo taken earlier this summer.
I was going to write a poem about it.
On reflection it is already a poem - visual, evocative, suggestive.
Weathered paint, cracked pointing, crumbling stone,
sashes, lintel and frame worn away with the wind.
A window of opportunities taken? Perhaps not, now lost.
No mere hole in the wall, an apperture of light,
illuming the human,the homely, the holy.
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