Before:
In the city,
Empty lots are
Monuments
To scarcity.
The soil is cracked
And scarred,
Overgrown with weeds
Who offer some kind
Of green,
But only takes away.

Now:
In the city,
Gentle hands trained
in Gospel abundance
Of the country
Are healing the soil,
Kissing its scars,
Breaking it open
In new ways for,
Greener,
Generative kinds.

*Poem was written by James Kibby