CLEANING THE GARAGE
  Philip Wagner
 
 
On creation day, the astrologic

puzzle of gods proclaimed

He will be one of ours...

A wonderer...

forever dazzled by what he finds

like breaking the seal on King Tut's cave

I plow into the boxes and boxes of paper

In the garage

thirty years of letters and poems

Look at this one

so innocent...

and this one,

still trying...

So honest

it's embarrassing

and today

it's so the same

How could ten years go by

then twenty...

same questions

epiphanies

like a merry-go-round horse

with Alzheimer's...

round and round

Oh look!

The golden ring

Oh look!

the golden ring

Oh look!

the golden ring.