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

Then humans.


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