Where once there were giant redwoods,
their thick, broken bark hugged by gentle green
raining spots of sun and shadow where, depending on your mood,
you'd lie down to let rays of golden peace soak your face or
you'd lie down in shadow and quiver from the cool breeze
on your hot skin like a whisper
embracing both shadow and light and knowing their value,
where once there was this
there is a parking lot. A black, expansive, empty lot.
their thick, broken bark hugged by gentle green
raining spots of sun and shadow where, depending on your mood,
you'd lie down to let rays of golden peace soak your face or
you'd lie down in shadow and quiver from the cool breeze
on your hot skin like a whisper
embracing both shadow and light and knowing their value,
where once there was this
there is a parking lot. A black, expansive, empty lot.