the garage sale on Primrose Lane

it's Saturday

in the

well groomed neighborhood.

the doors

have been lifted

and inside

the hollow caves of garages

sit men

with their wives.

everything must go.

half

or less than the price

boughten. 

she's wearing a flowered

dress,

he's in a short sleeved

white shirt

with a simple tie.

is that a dab of perfume

on her wrists?

so civilized they are as

they dispose

of the no longer wanted

or useless

things

that filled their short

lives.

there goes the tennis

racket

and balls, 

from the lesson not taken

in July, the scuba gear

when he almost

learned how to dive.

the bicycle built for two.

don't ask

or the wooden canoe

with a pair

of hunting boots.

a bow and arrow set,

tucked inside.