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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 don’t, 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.

<~> 9-Jan-06/10:58 AM
the wet trash can cross it but you cannot, do not.

in my heart twice in S1 does not seem intentional, and maybe should be an edit.

drop "just" from S3 L1; it's a filler word. nice linebreak at S3 L2

beautiful ending. love it that mirror sky subtextually tells me about the puddles, the melt in warming March.




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