Vacant Lot

The bulldozer ticks in the sun, Yellow elephant that leaned against a house, Groaned when the timbers groaned: Two by fours, joists and beams, Cornered joints, floor and paneled walls, Yawning nails that had not held light in forty years.

What we threw down is raised up by others. Ants march with feathery grains, With timbers of twig, seed, torn blossoms, The white of what they eat, The black of what they bed down in.

I happen to like this picture, with it’s vacant lot look.. but nobody on flickr ever clicked on it