Wednesday, March 4, 2020
A meditation on vacant lots by Margaret R. Cunningham
AN EMPTY LOT
An empty lot
It means a lot
When you're a tot.
A special place
A special space
Just us and no one else
We would gather for a ball game
or just to chat
We would dig in the sand
To fill our pails
As we dug our way to China.
No lots for tots today.
They live in tall, tall buildings
And play on balconies
Far from earth.
More like caged birds
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