My Short Stories

Fiction

Poem by Lee Su Min

A Vacant Land

Last night I passed by a vacant plot

It wasn’t my house

Twenty-three years I saw the land

No structure could stand on it

The piece of land could not house a family

Since family could never sit on a vacant plot

Without fighting for more space

As we move around the house

No situations can be clearly defined

No space can be clearly marked

I am not always wrong