From Spring Cleaning, a poetry collection published in 2015.
The neighbor’s garage.
The center of a universe of junk
just a whole lot of junk. The kind
that I could describe but it’s
the kind of stuff you’ve seen before
The kind that takes a lot of time
to accumulate and arrange.
So I won’t describe it but I will tell you
the garage is a gem of a place with a slate roof
and the nicest scallop-patterned stucco on its walls
and deserves its place at the center of the universe
maybe not this one.