Write a poetic review of something that isn’t normally reviewed.
the storage unit across the street
takes up all four corners of the glass,
it looks like a cement accordion,
the concrete bellows stand upright,
the wet edges from cars kicking up rain
almost turn it into art
but it’s still just a mix of sand and stone
that looms across the street
no one seems to enter
and no one seems to leave.
metal containers
apathetically lying around
and trucks collecting dust in the parking lot,
pedestrians walking their dogs
and their humans,
running with headphones,
staring down at their phones
trying to catch pokemon,
sometimes they look into my window
and I’ll stay completely still
like a fixture in the middle of the room.
there’s a tree in the front lawn,
maybe a pine,
