Long Lost to Time and the Land

It would be nice to be
Like a golf course or field
Patch of dirt or town square,

A place that used to be
Groomed and swept, clipped or scraped,
Neat, well-used or kept bare,

That had been left so long
The grass, woods, or sand
Had come back to hide it,

So that it was lost, while
The ghost of what it was
Gave an edge to the green

Or the dunes. It would be
Nice to be the site, good
To be that ghost, what’s left,

So long as it stayed left,
So long as no one came
To search out what it meant.