A silver shopping cart
sits in the middle
of an empty
parking lot
They must have missed it
during the big clean-up
Someone’s every
single earthly
belonging lay
still inside
There was no someone.
I imagine it will
be gone tomorrow
Another attempt to
solve a problem
by covering it up
But the question
remains the same
Where did the people go?
Third poem in an unintended trio. Read the others here:
Piano Girl 
I’m hooked, Kelley! I must read the others.
I always love your poetry, dear friend.
much love and hugs ❤️🙏🏻
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It breaks my heart, Kelley, though….I see the same here.
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