comes and goes

tearing down
the old shed takes
all day.
removing the cans
of paint,
the debris of broken
rakes and
hoes, never used.
flower pots
and seed.
the aluminum
is rusted and the
boards
along the bottom
rotted.
rabbits
have come and gone,
snakes,
perhaps once curled
beside
the lawn ornaments
that seemed perfect
in their sunny
way.
and when it's
cleared it's almost
hard to remember
it was even
there, like so
much of life
that comes
and goes.