My paradise has become a parking lot,
No trees, no leaves, nothing, not a lot
Of anything, but blackened pavement,
With parallel painted lines, much to my lament.
This becomes the way of my world,
Its totality does slowly unfurl.
Nowadays, there's not too much left,
The grass is long gone, covered over.
Fair fowl fly on by, never stopping
As my paradise remains this parking lot.

11/15/2009

Author's Note: ... Florida is slowly becoming paved over.....

Posted on 11/15/2009
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