The Vacant Lot Poem by Saiom Shriver

The Vacant Lot



A monochrome green...
a crewcut plane
is the average lawn.
Unlike the vacant lot,
it has no sapling trees,
few buzzing bees,
no skyblue chicory
no babies hickory
no pendant clover lamps
the sidewalk hanging over.
It is the lawn and not
the lot which is vacant.

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