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Our Garage, Our Dagobah - Andre Peltier

In the summer of ’80,

we were adding a garage

to the side of our house.

It was a wide, two-car deal

with a fancy door

and a stairway leading

down to our basement.

A few years later,

I built a platform in the rafters,

carpeted it with samples

from a yard sale,

created a ladder up the studs

on the wailing western wall;

it was our sanctuary.

The early excavation

made mounds of dirt

which were perfect for

Star Wars toys.

We played in those piles

and Luke was once again

back on Dagobah.

He turned summersaults

and balanced the rocks,

crumbles of dirt really,

as we lost hours upon hours.

Luke carried Yoda

on his shoulders

as we carried our hopes

for the future in our hearts,

but Dagobah Luke was left out there

and is, presumably still, buried

in that foundation,

buried with those days.

Luke went the way of those hours,

he went the way of those hopes.

Later, on our raftered platform,

when we thought of

that back-yard Dagobah,

we thought of those innocent years

resisting the dark forces

of the galaxy.


Andre F. Peltier (he/him) is a Lecturer III at Eastern Michigan University where he teaches literature and writing. He lives in Ypsilanti, MI, with his wife and children. His poetry has recently appeared in various publications. In his free time, he obsesses over soccer and comic books.


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