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.