Unlit Garage

Trees shine like illuminated grave robbers.

Lights hanging cascade frames

Over large tin doors boasting

Anachronisms altogether 

Decked in spite of harrowing 

Debt.  Roll over among dead

While an old big box sits in storage 

Somewhere, collecting dust behind tin

That is not lit 

But stands numbered obscurely among many unlit.

It contains old ornaments that were used

For many years

To celebrate.