nothing is forever

On October 24th, I posted a story about 

Alexander's Garden.

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.

They had. 

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
was gone.
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.

I hadn't.