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A tall elegant maiden, bowing
gracefully to the wind.
Outspread arms crying
out for a friend.
A sea of houses surround her;
a breathe of fresh air to these.
She’s choking on their progress,
they’re breathing through her leaves.
Oblivious to their need for her
offspring and herself. The
root of their survival, and
their children’s health.
Her hopes are growing dimmer
with every building block.  Four
walls and a roof will take her
place; they called a vacant lot.
(Sharon Hughes)