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Construction Lot (edit) (Free verse) by zodiac It is a dizzying sunspangled day
in the city. A March-wind flirting sings
in a standpipe in a lot I'm passing by
where city-dwelling children used to play.
Now there's a fence. And in my heart I yearn
to cross that lot, and again on my return,
but donât, knowing in my heart its current kings
are cold and stern.
Oh, I could ask them why
they've built in this, the last clear place. And they
would answer Progress, such things as we learn
when we are very young. And I - but I
keep on my well-worn way. This wind, it flings
wet trash across the lot, the city sways.
And it seems if we just didn't believe these things
were real before us, I could speak tongues, burn
the city down, could step out and away
from the ground, out into the mirror sky.
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