Tuesday, May 19, 2015

poem of the day May 19


The flea market has
started for another season
Early morning Vermont
mist, clouds, excitement
hang on a meadow full of desire
A group of collectors
gather around an old truck
full to the brim with junk
The sun breaks through
shines on an object
Everybody rushes for it
hoping to win a treasure

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