William Fraker

W i l l i a m   W .  F r a k e r

A Crash from the Garage

Unlike a pegboard of well-placed tools,

My garage brims with precarious piles—

lawn tools leaning against partially damaged furniture,

garbage waiting for pick-up,

items meant for Goodwill,

or left by now-grown children.

A tumble of boxes exposes a personal limbo,

pieces I want to let go of,

but only in an indeterminate future,

goods committed to a distant possibility of re-use.

Glass, from several framed posters,

from beach trips and quotes of famous writers,

concludes a long relationship with gravity

and kisses the concrete,

instantly disintegrating on the garage floor.

The shiny veneer of images that have no interior wall space

fragment amidst the cast-off, but not discarded.

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