i can’t hardly stand
to pass up a yard sale.
it pains me.
something deep down in my soul
tells me to stomp that brake
at the first sign of balloons
fluttering from a mailbox.
i can spot a piece of neon poster board
a half a mile away.
my eye has been well trained

to sift through junk
and find the good shit.
and i ain’t afraid to dig deep
into musty boxes overflowing
with discarded bits and pieces
of other people’s lives. 
you never know what you’ll find.