Flea Market

Tables of treasure and buffets

of junk, exotic discards

from someone else's past -

dangling jewelry, green glass,

silver bowls, row on row

with computer parts.

We walk searching. For what?

We don't exactly know.

Perhaps something our own

mother discarded years ago.

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