One More Absence

In front of a building, which takes up a block,

Was a garden with bushes that bloomed

And lovingly tended, with rope-like supports,

By a resident, so I assumed.

 

The colorful blossoms, appearing in spring,

Perked me up as I walked by each day

And I’m sure in the neighborhood, others who passed

Saw those flowers and felt the same way.

 

Then one morning some barriers blocked off the street

With a sign claiming, “Sidewalk repair”

And the following day I was saddened to see

That the garden was no longer there.

 

In its stead was a non-descript sidewalk, fresh paved,

So the building looked plain and forlorn,

One more casualty seen in the city today,

One more absence that I get to mourn.