Saturday, August 29, 2015

Flea Market


Struggling for the next meal,
a cheap ring can speak volumes,
to a maiden's heart in the
intimate silence that follows.

And that stuttering table fan,
can feel lavish to the young ones,
as it bellows cool wind, from the
corner of a damp cracked wall.

An old man buys a tall-case,
in remembrance of his father;
vows to protect it - a penance?
Is there a sad back story I wonder?

I walk around the flea market,
a place where people purchase,
old items for less; or maybe
items trade old memories for new?

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