At The Flea
I found floral twin piggy planters
with slots for coins as well,
plus coveralls your size in olive green.
Sunglasses of every shape,
dusty and 80’s
adorn our faces.
One dollar each,
we buy 5.
Little by little
you slip away
walking ahead at the flea.
Fishing lures jumbled,
so gently untangled.
No purpose to hook
but to hide drawn
in a book-
Gallery of the Fridge is closed.
Time at this market
too expired.
Days of 15 straight ahead,
where anxiuos treasures
wait
for our ready grasp
unknowing.