poetry

first cleared lot seen

first cleared lot seen

driving home from the vet today
not thinking of anything
the flat beige lot hits me
like a frying pan across the forehead:
the first cleared lot I’ve seen,
ready to plant a new life on
like the bright green grass
now painting the black hills
with unexpected hope,
its strong roots dug into
the same tough earth,
ready to reach toward the light
tomorrow