The ancient garage always reeked of grass.
cloying perfume of emerald patties,
fresh cut jewels from a front lawn,
crisscrossed facets glitter in sunshine.
like a three-day beard,
chiseled from the well of darkness,
swept beneath a rusty pile of junk.
aged to a crusty white
like fine cheese,
delicately cringing in shadows.
Clean up this mess, he said.