On October 24th, I posted a story about
Meanwhile, the City of Boulder has been
on a mission to rebuild all its sidewalks.
Hellbent, you might say.
On our walk early yesterday morning,
the dog and I headed over to see
if the crews had gotten to Alexander's house yet.
Garrett's nose points to what's left of that magic little garden.
The sign below was hung on the fence
in front of the house.
The display of rocks and shells and treasures,
so carefully collected and artfully arranged by Alexander
All scattered, dug up or buried,
along with the plants and sprinklers.
Nothing left but his hand-painted sign
and his crown.
I turned and looked back,
hoping I had imagined the destruction.