Poetry: What Disappears by Kristin Garth
What Disappears
Some woods still punctuate my rural space.
I’m never ready when they’re erased — be
it pines beside a Dollar Store replaced
by a competitor’s neon eyesore. The
Target where I buy most everything
was flanked with woods (until last week.)
Out of those woods felines sneak, hovering
in the vacant parking spaces, meek, throughout
the lot of this low volume store towards
the pulled tab tin cans many purchased for
these communal pets, the four legged hordes
nobody forgets though their thicket home is torn
because some won’t stand for undeveloped land.
What disappears is worth the check in hand.
Nice.
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