The Cathedrals Of Garages Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Making a plan of yellow ixora
There in the day glow with the mouths
Of lions open and
The tourists driving through- comely
Offerings such as these
Resting beside easy lakes- like the loose
Change of wishes almost
Making it into their wells- camouflage
Of cenotaphs is these common
Things-
Underneath the echinopsis with the airplanes,
Watched by amphibians,
Or the cerulean beetle: how long will they
Lie there,
Accruing annually before a kind of soul
Pockets them,
To travel back inside the cathedrals of
Garages,
Lie lay basking their copper patinas
Underneath the lulls of ceiling fans.