Garage Space

The garage door is open. Like most dated garages this one is packed with years full of accumulation and memories of the Donelons. Bud Light and Dr. Pepper cans stock the mini refrigerator. Temporary relief spits open under pressure. The target of a revolution is the heart. Three darts to throw. Everyone gets their chance. The wings determine where the mini-javelins will end up on the painted sisal fibre. A neon Bud Light sign hangs on the skeletal wooden wall like a bar scene. The gathering dispels the myth of self-healing.

The paragraphs flowing from the meeting between Ms. King and Mike Donelon present the world a narrative not on broadcast television. Take off your reading glasses. Look eye to eye. Outdoor patio furniture inside. The words grow from love and forgiveness deep within. In the midst of an unprovoked murder Ms. King had made her decision. You can see it. It’s all on the table cloth covered table. Prom pose. Newspaper clippings. Chilled water. A pack of smokes. A red flip phone. A silver digital camera. Two megapixel. A wider view: Packed boxes. Ziplock bags. Folded blankets. Old pots and pans. Thicker clothes for El Nino.

The set design suggests there had been preparations made long before we know. Blue jeans means get the job done. Whatever means. There was no schedule for r and r. There was no retaliation and rioting. There was no phone call from the commander-in-chief. She had to keep going. Ms. King believes the profound sense of the Hebrew understanding of Immanuel. He is with us during the moments no one else will every know about. He and she. He is greater than we can contain in the garage space. Not just another thing, but a place he brings us for repair and servicing.

The willingness to listen to each other is a humble bridge to accomplishment. Few make it across because they focus on the vertical drop. At times we’re structurally shaky. We sway from side to side in the wind. However, the step by step plans put together by Long Beach city officials, Mike Donelon and other park planners were carried out by a door-to-door effort by Ms. King and teenagers to undersign the renaming of 14th Street Skate Park into the Michael K. Green Skate Park. Grass roots shoots up in the vision keeping the people from perishing. Beautiful wind blows blade-to-blade across a Southern California landscape. As a matter of fact the world does revolve around Him.