Plots

Once, our large house bordered 

two small empty plots  

that belonged to then-elected 

 government official. 

My father was led to believe that 

our house would receive 

a much-needed breathing space; 

a sustainable living place. 

He would receive letters 

over the years of his service. 

He never understood what they said; 

they looked real official. 

Now, my small home, squeezed

between two large empty plots

that belong to the recently elected  

government official, stifles. 

It has been so for quite some time. 

I am led to believe that this new official, 

god(s) bless his soul, is eager 

to provide my home with 

a much-needed breathing space. 

In fact, I have been sent a letter. 

I don’t understand what it says; 

it looks real official.