There was a greenhouse across the road
yesterday…
today it is gone
devoured by a hungry back-hoe
and maybe a bulldozer
There was a greenhouse across the road
for years,
its always been there
in my recollection
and for long, long years past
There was a greenhouse across the road
which provided a home
for flowers without number
lighted, and heated
to foster life and procreation
There was a greenhouse across the road
that just last autumn
was bustling and singing
with joyful voices and brilliant colors
as plants moved on to new gardens
There is no longer a greenhouse across the road
the metal and glass and plastic
are gone away, and perhaps
soon will be forgotten
except for a few sad reminders.
© Sometimes, 2017