Flea Market

A Poem by Marshall

Buyers gather in tight knots around
orphaned articles seeking resurrection
shining glitteratti from wanton days
now spent and homeless, insipid

garage sale minds gather
in garage sales seeking clutter
to embody themselves with trinkets
like petulant pretty crabs wanting
magpie like shining entries and exits
and wide aplomb.

a season will burst open
when the burnished copper jar
lives its last lifetime on a new shelf
and move on to a new owner
seeking nirvana again
taking no memories with it.

Life is recycled
again and again
in these trading posts.

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