Indigo Sucks for Poetry

So I was at the Indigo in the Manulife Centre today. I was looking in the poetry section, which is small and not so organized to begin with. I could not find Sachiko Murakami's The Invisibility Exhibit. I could find absolutely nothing by Naomi Shihab Nye, whose work I'm fond of. I did purchase Souvankham Thammavongsa's Found from 2007, a book I've flipped through many times but have not owned until now. But I find it sad that at a major two-storey bookstore, poetry is so disregarded.